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A sestina about past drama and trying to push past it. |
Rubber Band [Hands, Pain, Band, Back, Glue, Hope] What image appears when you look at your hands? Is it something of innocence or something of pain (Move to your wrist) just like a rubber band When you pull back the elastic it will snap right back How’d it go? “I am rubber; you are glue.” Nevertheless it’s true... At least I hope. A new mindset- a new year- will fill me with hope. It’s a fresh start so time to wash your hands Yet the past is stuck to you like gorilla glue If you try to pick it off, it only brings pain. Your back has the knife; your wrist has the band. You try to pull away but again there’s the band. It still exists and you’re losing hope You can’t quite reach that knife in your back. What’s that red liquid now on your hands? When will it numb (Is that what you call pain?) Even the blood won’t remove past’s glue. Mineral spirit removes pain but how about glue Though it’s not paint left on that rubber band (I’m lost) Is this a joke, is it false pain? It has to be false! Where’s my hope? Who’s lies and deceit are left on my hands? It’s just like tar so take it right back The fresh start becomes fresh scars on your back But you can’t close those wounds with super glue Because it’s the future not past that’s left in your hands And to get to the future you need to break the band Metaphorical scissors are now my last hope Except knives and scissors both cause pain Yet with scissors you can control the pain Cut it out of your life, knives out of your back No longer incarcerated and again filled with hope Just so you know the turpentine removes glue And only the smallest snip to cut the band Remove it from your wrist and your hands (Goodbye old pain, gone goes the glue, never come back so go away rubber band) Hold that new hope tight in your hands |