Remaining Within

From Time Magazine

From Time Magazine

We walked to the wall

holding hands

As dry as sheets of paper

You had LOVE tattooed

On your fingers

I can remember,

Dark the ink was.

The wall held a series

Of graffiti. FEAR

Is a word I remember,

Seeing there

Written in a quick red slash.

“It’s on the inside.” You said

“It doesn’t come from the outside.”

I ran my knuckles against

The rough edges of bricks

Painted upon, over and over and over

Slight changes of colors null

I always felt I could feel

The humanity, even in the most

Hateful things, things that fear

My knuckles became scuffed

I bled a little, stillness—still

I bleed a little more—remembering  

The depth of your tattoo

Dry against my bosom

The wall isn’t finished, can’t be

You said

“There is a bag of bricks

Hidden in our bushes,

Ready to be thrown

at our windows.”

I didn’t put it together

Until now,

why the wall was here

Why you left, why others leave.

We now live in two separate times

I have a child now

I can’t find the bag of bricks

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29 Responses to Remaining Within

  1. annwjwhite says:

    Elan, again your style grabs the heart and makes tears fall. Somehow we need to give you the fame you so deserve.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. AlienChild says:

    So sad, great poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Ralph says:

    ‘Tis a Good un, Elan ! “I bleed a little more, remembering……….. ” Oh yes !


  4. Erica Herd says:

    This reminds me of growing up in Jackson Heights. It has a real sense of place / time.

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  5. tmezpoetry says:

    What a beautiful write, sigh~


  6. I could feel the emotion in this. Awesome writing, Elan!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Tanya Cliff says:

    Elan, I am always impressed by your work, but this piece is really special!
    Thank you so much for sharing it!

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Sally says:

    Very powerful. Immediately it took me to the Falls Road, in Belfast. I still meet people who ,lived there. The emotional damage, the scars, are indelible. Sally

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  9. Powerful stuff. By the way, good to see you popping up in Discover the other day.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. bunchup says:

    Touching and emotional.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Phil Huston says:

    So many walls, So many pictures, so few words. Nice work.


  12. That was great! these words you write make me reminisce of my old crumbled brick walls that couldn’t be put back up.Good one!


  13. Excellent emotion captured in this poem I re-read it three times.. Great job!


  14. Tahir says:

    Elan this was touching. You have done justice. It reminded me of loss of my son years ago.


  15. I cringed a bit. Excellent piece.


  16. vivachange77 says:

    Powerful reminder of things that keep us out and things that lock us in. Melancholy and beautiful.


  17. wwwpalfitness says:

    Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.


  18. I read, walls rise between us and others as we age and change. Well-stated, fine writing.


  19. Sonderwriter says:

    That was beautiful, such intricate writing. The ending is incredibly enigmatic and thought-provoking. Loved it!

    Liked by 1 person

  20. leighaswords says:

    This really is amazing. You truly have a beautiful gift!


  21. Sohini says:

    Oh gosh lovely


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