enmeshed, entangled
en-merged – (is that a word?)
no longer distinguishable
or delineate-able
or separate-able
if I extricate parts of You
parts of me get extricated too
as I try and remove
strands of you,
now woven into Me
it leaves gaps …
… like ladders in stockings
disturbing a seeming pattern.
which is Me? which is You?
i no longer recognise myself as Me.
i have become a You-Me.
i don’t know about you.
do you feel like this too?

who should i blame?

each time you have asked, “are you ready?”
each time I have looked back…
seen the faces I love, and said…
“just a while more…?”

take me as i am…

just as I am the silent moonrise
the birdsong, the sighs of the wind
over the fields of golden corn
the shouts of joy
of children playing a rowdy game
the warmth in a child’s embrace
the softness in a lover’s face
the hope-filled heart of
amazing grace…

so I am the fading sun
the storm that tears down the tree
the bomb that tears limb from limb
I am the hand that rises to strike
the innocent, the helpless
woman and child
that uncompromising order
the abject obedience
the emptiness of
unfulfilled, dying dreams

just as I am all that you love
so am I all that you hate…