Laurie’s prompt: a 10×20
I’m late to this one and I ended up feeling rushed. However, I think there’s something here that I will want to revisit when I can from this into something else.
Somewhere along the road I stopped using
first person singular. I became we.
We got married, we got pregnant, we bought
a house. That made sense – we were now a team.
But then it became “we planned for this” or
“we planned for that” but I did all the work.
I felt some need to relinquish my role,
my individual effort dissolved.
Our garden – my garden. Our plants – my plants.
I wrote myself out, gave away my job.
No one asked me to do this, I don’t know
why this happened. I just felt strangely safe.
I’ve been practicing saying I out loud,
to the mirror, the cats, the dog, myself.
It feels like walking naked through the streets;
eyes on me, judging my audacity.
It feels much safer when I am a We
or that people will take me more seriously.
On my own I fear being overlooked.
But as together I’m invisible.
2 thoughts on “Poem a Day Challenge #7”
There’s something that hits the center of bone in this poem.
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I definitely want to revisit this again. I feel like I’m dancing around the edges and I need to cut into it just a little bit more