detachment

detached
from the world
from my future
from my past
and wandering

listless
crazed, yet calmed
crying, yet dried up
I can waste no more tears

little voices calling
from within
from the hall
call to me asking
for love, for support, for play

others call
for my strength
for normalcy
for my sanity to come running

But detachment
calls for nothing

it stands alone
straining to join
the world at play
the heart in love
the life in use
a mind well connected

Can anything reach it?
what will grab at a detached life that begs
to act, to love, to play, to live?

laid apart

one woman

a lover
a mother
a sister
a daughter
stands alone

Alone in her pain,
alone in her confusion
she wanders through
the questions that empty her

Why this?
Why now?
Why me?

Others stare at her in silence and beg
"get over it"

She stares into her distilled mind and fears
"am I crazy?"

Her lover stares back in
confused resentments and asks,
"why me?"
"why now?"

He drains her by asking
asking more questions
demanding more strength
demanding more than
she has to give

But what he lacks
he neither understands
nor is willing to seek

so, through the crowd
and through her lovers eyes
she is laid apart