by: Vicki Sue Parker
I am a reason,
An excuse,
An easy target
To blame.
I am the imposter,
The thief
Wearing her bones;
Rattling the chains
Of her ghost.
I am their mirror
That is empty of reflection;
I stole her spirit,
And put myself
In her place.
I am the arrow that
Pierces their hearts;
A clone,
Not created.
I am the native,
That speaks a foreign tongue
They can not understand.
I am the state of suspension,
Hanging over
The lake of my life.
I am absence,
A visitor in my own house;
Watching them wait
For me to come home.
I am a cancer,
Consuming myself,
Devouring my definition,
Becoming an adjective unknown.
I am the brain that bled,
I am the soul that cried,
I am the one who slept
For a very long time.
I am the one who awoke
In a bed
That was not mine.
I am.
I am.
I am.
I am not my fault.