Poetry

September 11, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Reuters photo

 

By

Mirissa D. Price

 

 

 

Someone once told me a story

 

 

of how the world would be still

when in my lover’s arms, I first fell.

So hold me in the storm, I cry. But I no longer remember

the feeling of your hand

softly touching my face. The weight of

a concrete foundation

firmly grounding our home.

 

The will.

The insurance.

The journal you wrote.

 

Valuables run through my mind. To put

in the dishwasher.

 

The deed.

The album.

The spare key to our home.

 

The air smells of silence.

 

And the sky fills of

absence, to put on the top rack.

With the note you ‘just had to

leave.’

 

When I told you I couldn’t. Leave

my ill uncle. Feel the water

rush on my toes

and the wind pry at my life. The windows

battered by the branches of a red Doppler

the news calls a story. My heart calls

a home. Oh, Mother of nature –

 

In the eye of a storm

she takes you from my bed

and soaks me

in her tears. Of knowing the glass walls will endure

to look out at the wreckage – the roof of our life

scattered. Under mud, the world that we built

too weak.

 

To just hold onto

hope, I whisper alone. And let go

of your memory. Let go

of our shrubbery. Let go of

this life soaring prey to the storm.

 

I see the Caribbean land at my door. It doesn’t knock.

Still, it floods in. Over the towels piled, the

furniture stacked.

 

If I wake up

next to the letter you wrote me, under

a shingle growing mold. I’ve decided.

I’ll still hold you. In

the red Doppler image

the world watches the sand. In the memory

I buried. I’ll hold down our home.

 

 

 

 

 

Mirissa D. Price

Mirissa D. Price is a 2019 DMD Candidate at Harvard School of Dental Medicine and future pediatric dentist. As a child, doctors told Mirissa that she would live in a nursing home, confined to a wheelchair, crippled by pain. Instead, Mirissa uses her medical experiences to inspire others, living each day with a passion to spread pain-free smiles through her dental work, writing, improv comedy performances, and nonprofit work with children. Her writing fills the pages of Yellow Chair Review, Tuck Magazine, The Huffington Post, Five2One Magazine, and more. You can stay up to date with Mirissa’s writing at mirissaprice.wordpress.com and follow @Mirissa_D_Price on Twitter or Facebook. You can even take home a few inspirations of your own, at Mirissa’s Etsy shop, A Smile Blooms.

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