Will you wait for me
even in the rain
will you hold my head up
even when the pain is near
will you close my eyes
if I should want to rest
I see images
they’re all about
the light gets darker
would you lie for me
if it meant that I would live
would you hide me well
when all my fears creep in
would you accept each sacrifice
I so willingly give
is very high
I’m really trying
are you happy
with this life I live
are you angry
because I can’t wake up
are you afraid
of losing me all over again
splits in two
I know the road
I must choose
it’s the hardest thing
I’ve had to do
be proud of yourself
another night has come and gone
I’m still here
still trying to hold on
you’ve succeeded again
to help me fight the good fight
if I could I would
keep you for the rest of my life
We were born
in a time of drugs
Van Halen, The Circle Jerks, disco
and of course,
oldies and the wanting of hippie love.
We just missed the war
but gained the title
“lower” middle class.
Mexican-American mothers on welfare
Mexican-American fathers in an out of our lives
raised on papas and frijoles
and generic cereal.
We were poor and didn’t even know it.
Enjoying free lunch at school and summer programs
how were we to understand what poor meant
When we were too busy enjoying ourselves?
What was in store for us?
The eighties contributed widely
to our dreams of romance, traveling
John Hughes, New Wave and Mtv
swept us off our feet.
While Sweet Valley high,
Lisa; bright and Dark
and Go ask Alice showed us what not to be.
And though our parents hardly approved
they couldn’t argue
for there was nothing to protest.
We didn’t treat our parents as the enemy
even under discipline and punishment.
We were children who were too busy
in exchange for a ticket out
headed for anywhere,
somewhere other than home.
We didn’t spend days in front of the t.v.
playing video games, watching endless
We had rules,
we respected those rules
we didn’t always like them
but they were there to stay.
When ‘Totally” and “Gross me out”
were commonly heard,
they didn’t sound ridiculous.
We read, we listened to music with a purpose
songs that didn’t dwell on one boring concept.
We believed in something
while using our imaginations,
Our imaginations that kept us going.
While all around us
violence was rebuilding,
The Middle East between
Iraq and Iran,
The Soviet-Afghan War
and Ethiopians starving and in need of life.
and then there was Ronald Reagan
disappointing, like our family knew he would be.
During later years
we grew up rebellious,
the outcast of a gang life-style
of yuppie do-gooders
of drugged out moms and dads,
left alone to our own devices.
We still made the most
of what little we had.
Still ate free lunch
hung out at after school programs
still clung to friendships
even though some of us
changed schools like we changed underwear.
how ‘Food Stamps’ became shameful
and ‘Low Income Housing’
Some of us delved into depression
and still we weren’t ungrateful.
We loved the things we received
the attention we craved
and belonging when we didn’t belong
Still, we had a book in our hand
a song in our hearts
and compassion and love
for life around us.
Blinded by a dream.
In the nineties we were insecure
acne, body weight and high school
and we were lambs lead to the slaughter
We tried, we lived as we believed
still dreaming of Mr. or Mrs. Right
still planning on living abroad
away from the labels and stereotypes
we were pushed up against the social wall
and we fought with all our love
all our dreams.
Some of us fell hard
into the abyss of Depression
of peer pressure, of belonging
and some of us didn’t make it.
Some of us became teen parents
drug addicts, gang members
Trying to find out where we belonged in this world.
Only a lucky few made it out unscathed.
By this time we knew
what it meant to be poor,
Mexican-American and non Anglo
behind the lines of success
and facing endless troubles at home.
We were failing; brave rebels
but we tried and that’s all we could do.
The lights are off. I am alone…at least I feel alone. This air is cold, this night; even colder. I used to dream of nights like this,
to keep me sane, to keep me going. Now they only seem to weaken my bones and my spirit. I have checked out once again. I thought I had overcome this drastic measure years ago and yet here I am; awakened by its prisoned walls and unwelcomed nights. I took a step into the hallway, thinking I was making the right choice. Yet here I am in shambles and torn to pieces. This is the constant mirror I look into forever more.
I stood before them; naked and ashamed. Ashamed of who I had grown into and who I was meant to be. I left my earphones in and the soundtrack to my existence on so I could block all unnecessary accusations from my hearing. It is better this way; to imagine the worst and yet never hear it. I let these images haunt my dreams; for at least I can control these if I need to. I looked straight into the face of the one I put my trust in; the one I gave my blood and life to. The only one to look away at the table of judgment and ignorance. That’s right; they are ignorant in my eyes. My mother, my lovers before who took me for granted and now this. What did I expect; a likely story with a usual ending? May I be let off this stand and led away to darker corners and endless hallways of strays. I only write what I think and what I dream. The judge and jury of my dreams is what’s killing me.
Today I spent an eternity thinking of what was and where I should’ve been instead of drowning in my misery. I left the chains back in the old days and yet they still seem to follow me. Give me drink, give me peace, just make the bleeding stop. I only saved enough for one day. I must’ve confused today with forever. How could I have been so delusional? The time is wrong, the weather is off and I am on the wrong dock; looking for the right escape. I never pleaded to anything I wasn’t guilty of. I only lacked the intelligence when it came to emotions. I should’ve been cold; distant and greedy like all the others. I should’ve stayed at home and never listened to those movies. I should’ve kept my mouth shut and my eyes open. I should’ve known the future and stayed far away in the past. But I am just a human; like all the others, thinking there’s always a way out of the extreme. I forgot to read the instructions when I didn’t grasp the meaning. Here comes the judge and jury of my dreams.
I stare into this haunted house; full of skeletons, full of dark thoughts. I should’ve ran the other way but curiosity got the better of me. I stayed for the encore and left writhing in pain. I just couldn’t help myself. I like things this way. Dark and terrifying, wrong, twisted and heart wrenching when you least expect it. I was into it just like everyone else. But like everyone else, I never saw the ending. There’s no exit sign and I have to go all the way through. It’s my fault I catered to the uninhabited, the misfits who walk away without a care. Where is the end?
I stood on the cliff, ready to fall.
I tried very hard but hadn’t the gall.
To pick up my feet and let it all go,
so I did the next best thing by taking it slow.
Rubbing back and forth till nothing was left,
the ache in my wrist no longer bereft,
of the pain it endured as I clung to the stone,
that clung to the threads of my veins
and the bone.
It was easier to get closer than ever before,
without you having to look on,
without you having to beg for more.
Let’s face it, this was the only way,
just play my soundtrack every step of the way.
Louder than the waves that crash over me,
louder than the screams of those who left before me.
Let it play on when I’m cold as the night,
when I’m dreaming and sleeping with no end in sight.
Please; do this for me.
That was the worst place I’ve ever stepped into. May those souls be at peace. Whoever thought that reality would get to me? It wasn’t free, it wasn’t enough to leave me thinking. I was left without anything to cling to in the end. Here I stand; naked and ashamed but never the way you think. I have to walk away and not say a thing. I have to let go like a good girl and never think again.
Welcome to me…to this lifetime of weak metaphoric bones and 267 days of teary eyes. I warned you from the beginning, didn’t I? I brought forth my promise of commitment with my long list of conditions. Conditions such as aching for the baby sister who only had four hours of “why me?”, or the younger brother who thought killing himself was the better side to see. Conditions such as my loneliness which creeps in the night, and my fear of never waking up again once I turn out the light. You haven’t forgotten the best part, have you? You know, the part where the depths of my melancholy wash over me like tsunamis in the sky. This is me…this is we…and we haven’t had the promising chance to even try. In this life of mine, I chose to drift towards your life preserve, thinking you were the one who was going to save me. Some days I think I’m still at sea, dog paddling my way through life, with you always close by.
I remember the first time you took hold of my hand when a fresh coat of grief washed upon me, and I let you in, without a moment’s hesitation. Was I being selfish, allowing you to see the real mirror image of my soul, my existence? Should I have let you stay away, without any explanation, any “Dear John” letter? You have lost several years that you’ll never get back. I can’t promise that you’ll be able to hang on to any more in the future. In the end, all I’ll have to give is the “I tried” line. In the end that is all it will ever be; a failed try. But know, I did try.
When I look at your silent peace, your heaven-sent release, if only in your sleep, I am happy for you. I think it is here, in my absence, that you truly find happiness. In the deep corners of your subconscious you are alive, ready to take on the reality of what could’ve been. It is in your inner solitude that I am most jealous. How can one be jealous of something that could never be reached? Be a part of? But it’s there, poking it’s angry saddened little head through the locked door of your mind. You lay there, angelic and weightless, not thinking of a thing. This is where the metaphoric hamster in your brain takes a breather, where the ocean meets dry land. You are calm and care-free. And I am jealous of everything I’ve just seen.
I live in a world where my hamster never sleeps, where fear loves to creep and the thought of drifting away and never returning becomes the welcome mat of anxiety at my minds’ front door. I never chose what was behind curtain number four. I only wanted #1 because it’s more than likely better odds. Who stole my life from me? Who wished eternal tears and hard twisting heart rhythms to lay at my feet? I’ve landed the bonus where I even cry in my sleep. Who wished this for me? How I long for the nights of sweet vivid dreams brought on by exhaustion of long hours counting sheep.
Regardless of the outcome, this is the reality. And even in my tantrums, I have learned to accept the hand dealt to me. I gave up on self-pity and self-destruction, and leaned more towards the spontaneous crying and itchy blanket called loneliness. This is me…this is we; the mirror looking back at the mess which becomes me. Nowadays, I tend to cry when you aren’t around. When the music is deep and therapeutic, when the movie strangles my heart with both hands; this is my relief. Do you get it? I’m giving you a break. I’m letting you off the hook, here’s a freebie on me. This is one thing you’ll never understand…that this me, it is not you. You can have the rest; like my playfulness and crazy nonsense. You get the loving ways and the part of my heart that beats for you. I’ve swallowed the key to the other room. Don’t ask for it back.
I didn’t grasp it the first time, you know, the uncomfortable feeling of what to do when I couldn’t stop crying and feeling so bleak. But you’re better off, and I know that now. This is something I must deal with without the company of awkward silences and uncomfortable movements. The darkness does eventually end, and the new sunrise becomes a welcome home sign; even if short-lived. I’m comfortable in this accepting skin. I take the good without taking it for granted while I take the bad at face value.
I live in the numbness of a never-ending dream where nothing pleasant happens in the end. I wait excitedly for the surprise gift of a wonderful day, whether in a song or the way you look at me, and I relish in the love that gives me a temporary fix. You have always been my drug of choice. The darkened clouds and bitter shadows; they will continue to live, just now I keep them in the deeper end. I’ve wanted you and all that you freely possess . My baggage was clear and will be till the end. I’ve wanted you and not the choice to keep on running. I just can’t get rid of the closet filled with sorrow and disappointing sentiment. Please remember to read your faithful contract. Look for the signature at the dotted line. Remember these images when it’s time for me to unravel all of my despair with the lights turned off and the music keeping the poison at bay. Remember there will always be better days.