The Root Of The Root Poem by Donna Dolorical

I'm still here,
Still hanging

It would take so much
More than this distance
To make me forget

But you need not feel me;
I am in hiding,
Forever in hiding

Honesty is an adversary
I have yet to learn
To contend with

Until I can face you maskless
Until I can look you eye-to-eye
Until I can speak carelessly
I will be in hiding

My truths are no such beauties,
They are ugly and weighty
And none need know of them,
Least of all you

Oh I long,
Believe you me,
I do
I do yearn to confide in you

But in the end
To what end?
Pity? Sympathy? Company?

Comfort I can offer
But comfort, I cannot receive
I am solitary, absolutely
Alone from the beginning
Alone till the end

The end:
Yes, I think of it,
Many times in fact
The lure of it is tantalizing

Revenge and Peace
All in one brave motion
Of a properly bladed hand

But in the end
Not yet
Not yet the end

And I am back where I started

Hanging by the crook
Of my left littlest finger,
The weakest appendage I have

I hang for all the wrong reasons
Hanging for all the wrong

I am the wrong seed
Sown in the wrong climate
And the wrong earth

Never watered on time
I bloomed late in all the wrong places
All at the wrong time

I stand proud
For all the wrong reasons
Stand burdened
By all the wrong fruits

And beneath my wronged shades
Await all the wrong mouths, hanging open