S adness, our director,
a sking for more pain.
D oes she not realize
n othing more have I to give,
e xhausted from repeatedly
s earching for the unknown,
s uddenly to discover it is beyond my grasp?

 

W e, marked each lifetime with an
e ternal wrinkle on our souls.

 

A re we ever to break the cycle?
R aped of the joy each time,
E xpecting an alternate ending.

 

B orn naive, fresh, hopeful
o f each incarnation.
R evisions requested;
n ever allowed to escape

 

f rom playing the fools.
R emotely type-cast
o n the whim of Fate.
M oreover, never knowing why.

 

F ate's sadistic pleasures
a llowing us to be deceived every
t ime, only to find
e ach other too late,
s o there is never an easy choice.

 

C ruel, a torn, tattered and
r educed puppet, paraded
u nmercifully close.
E ver I reach out to touch you,
l ost in a plot of certainties.

 

W omb, I long for your protection!
O ffer me a glimpse of hope.
M ust I forever be
b orn into Fate's cruel plot?

 

 

©2005 Traci McMurray