I don’t even know where I am half the time
Swirling through my own debris
Like a cyclone trying to correct itself
Every time I laugh, I feel surprised
Every time I cry, something in me knows
It’s okay to die
So I slow down my breathing
And take my time
It’s killing me
This Argentinian Malbec veil
Sops up sorrow like a sieve
Until I don’t remember anything
About who I used to be
I don’t even know where I am half the time
~bw
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love this poem! it reminds me of the poems I sometimes wrote about feeling lost, while I was drinking – and before I got sober 3 years ago. (I used to adore Malbec too! ha) but really I relate so much to the last stanza, about the wine “mopping up sorrow” until I no longer remember who I am, where I am, and who I used to be. That was definitely my experience – so visceral. Thank you for sharing this!
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Brenda,
Malbec is my favourite wine. I love this poem it echoes my life even without alcohol.
Love,
Pamela
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I agree with Marianne, this is great writing Brenda. And I identify strongly. Thank you for this one. You made me remember something I, in the moment, had forgotten. We are busily creating, every day. There is always a choice. We can continue or quit. It’s always up to us. My hope is for continuance, for me, for you, for all of us.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/twilight/
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Loved it! And using the same line at the beginning and end is such a good idea. I’ll have to try it soon. I must admit I had to google Argentinian Malbec veil. So edgy!!! It all just flows together so perfectly. You’re on a roll!
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