Another Life

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2012/01/26

You're trained to handle every foreign threat?
Don't think I don't appreciate your locks
and keys and walls and guns. Your duty rocks
the world, and you don't even break a sweat.
It's just, I'd rather rock a bassinet.
The threat I fear most's knitting up these socks
with no wee feet to wear them. Freedom mocks
me showing my surrender, "Not as yet."

Like any sonnet, things don't get designed
to fall out perfect, me with you here. So
yeah, word be told, you are my life. I'd mind
your leaving, but if you should have to go,
the best of you will've been left behind —
I have another life you wouldn't know.


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  1. Maggie said, on 2012/01/26 at 15:58

    I like this…a lot.

  2. maggie said, on 2012/01/26 at 18:02

    Thanks, Maggie. It pisses my demon off when I get up enough nerve to admit out loud that he’s no better than third worst among the threats I fear.

  3. clarioretenebris said, on 2012/01/27 at 10:23

    So much to live for. So much that you give life to.

  4. macheide said, on 2012/01/28 at 14:48

    Take my word on it: he will have known. He does, already. Now, we just need to have you both sharing that other life together, as you ought. Hugs and prayers to all three of you.

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