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Monday, March 1, 2010

I Am



Above image is mine as are the words below. Sorry for the lag in posting. I had a bad weekend of Writer's Doubt and had a pity party of one on my couch, watching movies. So, without further ado, I give you I Am. Enjoy.

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I am not what lurks beneath your bed. What need have I to creep into houses and hide in the shadows unseen? I fear nothing. Not because my power is infinite or because I am the very soil in which fear’s roots flourish. I am what carried fear in my womb, where it owes its allegiance, and what it needs to survive. It could never be my master.

I am smoke. I am beauty. I am everything that terrifies you and brings you comfort. When I am near, you feel me around the edges of your soul. My cold digits slide down your spine to taunt you with my presence, and I grin to myself as you look over your shoulder in search of me. I am the dark edges you see in your reflection when you look hard enough.

I am what wakes you in the middle of the night, what you see when your eyelids first flutter open, and then I disappear again into the ether as if I never was. I am not the cat to your mouse, no. I am the bat to your moth. I do not give chase as you skitter about with wide eyes and an anxiously twitching tail. Indeed, I give you wings and let you soar as high as you can go, then swoop in for the kill, my attack brutal, swift, and inescapable.

You doubt me sometimes. Though I know it is inevitable due to the games I play with you, it does not stop me from resenting you for not understanding you belong to me.

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Shorter than some, but it was one of the first I wrote about a year ago like this, and it's my personal favorite.

17 comments:

  1. Great read! Sounds to me like you're describing life itself.

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  2. That is the scariest picture I have ever seen.

    "I am everything that terrifies you and brings you comfort. When I am near, you feel me around the edges of your soul."

    Beautiful, haunting, melodic, scary as hell.
    FANTASTIC!

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  3. This is great! I agree with Terry about the description.

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  4. I'm a bit strange, but to me, I took this as writing itself. Then again, I have a love-hate relationship with my writing.

    I experienced one of those weekends too. Blech.

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  5. "then I disappear again into the ether as if I never was." Great line. I love when writers use the term ether. You are such an evocative writer, Christi. It's always a pleasure to read what you write.

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  6. Terry and Pen Name Pauline: Describing life? I never looked at it that way before.

    Anne: Thankya much. Those are my eyes in the picture, btw.

    Tiffany: sorry your weekend was like mine.

    Roxy: I'm glad you like my weird shorts. :-) Not the ones I'm wearing, of course, but the ones I post.

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  7. Yeah, this my relationship with writing for sure. I would have never been able to put it like that though - that's a gift Christi.

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  8. Thanks, Justine. You're so sweet. It's kind of sickening, actually. (kidding)

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