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Monthly Archives: May 2017
This Feeling
This feeling inside
Can’t be mine
Feeling love, feeling loved
Who knew life could shine
Turbulent, tormented, troubled past
Darkness and coldness inside
Filled up my heart
Too much pain to abide
Suffering seemed normal
The pain, an old friend
Living in darkness
Seemed to have no end
But my heart broken open
Spilled out the pain
The words filled the page
That’s how I stayed sane
Anguish was my muse
Filled with disdain
Suicidal, homicidal
Drowning in pain
Happiness bubbling up
Was the end of the line
No inspiration to be found
Either earthly or divine
That’s what I thought
That’s how I lived
Abandoning my craft
The words now contrived
Until this very moment
Floodgates broke open
Creativity survives
My arts not broken
The love that I feel
The love that I give
The man that I have
The life that we live
The pain still survives
In memories, in other ways
New pain but not from him
New challenges, different days
Through it all, he’s been there
A life raft, a hand to hold
Buoying me up, buoying my on
Making my dreams his own
A port in the storm
A safe place to land
From the darkness
He offered his hand
Trusting him
Completely, totally
With all that I am
Utterly, hopelessly
Loving him was easy
Natural as taking a breath
Yes, I do
Until death
The Vessel: Frank
Catherine stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. Her short blond bob had just gone even shorter, into a cute pixie cut. She felt free!
She smiled to herself, funny how something as simple as a haircut could make her feel free when she had already left behind everything that was weighing her down.
She had been onboard the ship for several days now. She seemed to be the only biological life form aboard. There were no other humans on board or anything she would describe as an alien or even an animal. No plant life either. She was completely perplexed as to who was in charge here.
Until Frank spoke to her. Frank was what she was calling the computer, or maybe the ship itself, she was unsure what, exactly, Frank was. Maybe Frank was the on board computer that controlled everything or maybe Frank was the ship itself. The distinction was a minor one, she knew. All she knew for sure was that Frank spoke to her, prepared her meals, adjusted the environment of the ship for her and plotted the course they took.
She knew this, because he had told her so. “The air inside the ship now approximates Earth’s atmosphere to accommodate your needs.” He had told her.
“Approximates?” She had asked, wondering if she should worry about approximations.
“Well, the air you breathe on board here is much superior to Earth’s atmosphere.” Frank had responded and she swore he sounded haughty.
“The air that I have manufactured is free of pollutants and allergens so yes, it approximates Earth’s atmosphere, but better than Earth itself.” That time she was sure he had sounded smug and self satisfied. This argued against him being a programmed machine, at least she thought it did. Could the ship itself be sentient? She had no idea. She had never been on board a spacecraft before, after all. What did she know about the mentality of UFOs?
Angela Harrison 