i lifted you up


i lifted you up

to walk the earth with me

i thought that i could save

the better part of you

but you jumped back

without a parachute

into that vast canyon

of self-loathing

i wasn’t the enemy

i wasn’t the jail keeper

i wasn’t the grave digger

it wasn’t i who rued your birth

it wasn’t i who wished you dead

and still that woman haunts your head

and chases all the girls away

you sink into her perception of you

you wallow there until you drown

and though I grieve the loss of you

i’m glad I stayed on solid ground

©2009 rhonda lee richoux (dedicated to my ex-husband JGF)

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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