The Scourge Poem by Jody Talibart

I need to lie down and close the eyes of my eyes.

I need to slam the doors on what breaks me; to paint my mother’s face in my mind.

To lift my soul to love that doesn’t end with no expectation.

I adore these wracking tears of loss and regret. They tell me I lived, I felt, I had the whole of it in my hands. The scourge of the happiest version of life I might have had, lost.

There is no coming back from this.

I need to go away.

I need to wonder what God is.

I need you and I’m sitting in the dark, behind closed everything, trying to set myself free.