Inspired by a line in a poem by Anne Sexton, The Truth the Dead Know, I’ve waited all of June and finally decided to publish this. Let me have your comments on what you think of it.
It’s June. I’m tired of being brave.
Words can take me from the cradle to the grave:
They’re thought demons that maraud,
Push, pull then applaud,
As bound I am as their slave.
It’s June. And I lack the will,
Of being the fighter to the kill.
The climb’s too steep
The vale too deep
And the slippery path impossibly uphill.
It’s June. And not the year end
So much to go before that bend
I’m tired of counting
The days that are mounting
And months before things mend.