Without a Weakness

I step over the faded line, dividing

The realm of trust, built of my blind misunderstandings,

And this of the unknown paths I must tread on;

I’m certain, now there’s none and naught to guide me;

/

No light will shine into the air, which, stiff and heavy,

Settles in my chest, changing me forever,

Into a faceless embodiment of courage; the absence

Of hope should help me bear this utter darkness;

/

I cannot see what nightmares come alive where

I make my way, I can’t afford to dread them:

They help to build my fortress without entrance,

They turn my heart into a rock that can’t be moved;

/

Behind me, in a haze, still standing,

There is the house of lies from which I ran, and

In its small windows I still glimpse the candles’

Flickering light: their faint warmth once entranced me;

/

I watch the flames and shadows shake and tremble,

And laugh through tears, for now that ‘me’ is nonexistent;

The new one is a faultless stronghold, built to safeguard

What was your heart – what’s now my heart without a weakness

4 thoughts on “Without a Weakness

    1. Thank you for your comment, Robyn! It is, I believe, sad to have ‘a heart without a weakness’. The speaker here is in a similar situation to the one from my other poem, One Day, but she handles it differently – the focus here is on survival, not so much forgiveness.

    1. Many thanks for reading! The sadness, perhaps, comes from the fact that the speaker in the poem seems to be giving up irrevocably all her ability to feel – and in doing so ceases to be human. She speaks of courage, but, in fact, lacks the strength and integrity to carry on living with her weaknesses and to accept her mistakes.

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