CAROLINE LACOMA

POETRY

Burying A Stranger 

I stand by the ruins of what once was
Gazing ahead, my eyes full of tears.
It's a bed of roses, and I'm a wearing a crown of thorns.

 
I'm standing by the grave of what could have been
What never was.
I dig a hole with the pain I've collected over the years.
Maybe I should bury it too?


I'm burying a stranger;
Someone who never got to be
Someone I never was.
Someone you stole from me.


And now I'm there standing
On the ruins of what could have been
So I mourn,
I hail
And I pray
For the stars to finally appear
So they can guide me
To a brighter path.

Unravel Me

"Unravel me" I whisper to myself

Untwist the sore knots

So I can see ahead with no obstruction

I know you're scared

Unravelling means nakedness

Of the

Soul.

It means seeing yourself

Almost for the first time.

Still,

"Unravel me" I repeat.

"Unravel me" I raise my voice slowly.

"Unravel me! Now I shout.

It is not an order

It is not a demand

It is a plea

A plea for truth.

I beg you to let me see myself

Without the fluff,without the bluff.

Let me see who I was,who I am,who I've become.

So,unravel me.

Do not leave anything hidden

No stone shall be left unturned

Everything must be shaken

Everything should be unearthed 

Everything on the table

For you to see,and contemplate.

Unravel me,please.

So I

So you,

So we

Can be

Free.

The Lady In The Pond.

Deeper in the woods,she goes

In search of the things she doesn't know.

She's noticed her,she doesn't seem to 

mind

The Faceless Woman in the pond.

Is She Resting ? Drowning ?

Regardless,She sure does look peaceful.

Envious of her serenity,she continues her walk

Searching in the darker parts of the forest

For a bit of that peace.

But every path takes her back to the pond.

Back to Her.

So at last she decides to come closer,

And closer.

Until she realises that she is gazing at Herself. 


For Julienne,

For Julienne

The one I cannot quite put my finger on.

For Julienne,

My question mark

My "Would She have been proud of me?"

My "Wish we had more time."

For Julienne,

The One who gave my heart everything it owns.

Everything I am.

For Julienne,

The One whose life became a legacy

woven into my skin

Whose death taught me everything I know

About Pain,

Loneliness

And Love.

To Julienne,

The real "Potomitan"

The one whose spirit reminds me 

There is strenght in tears,

Courage in vulnerability.

For Julienne,

The Maker

The Provider

The Wisewoman

The Magician

The Soldier.

For Julienne,

My Julienne

Mine,

My Morning Star.


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