Megan Porter Poetry

I calm myself

at 2am, security light poking between plastic vertical blinds

What is meant for me will happen

I am trying

I am

I shut the door to never know  how it hurts to let you in

At some point, you need to wonder what cue you’re waiting on

Attention darting from screen to screen

I’ll never do you no harm

There’s a thought that keeps knocking on red interior doors

you only see it every time you close your eyes

But please believe me

you’re almost there, grown strong so

it’s no burden anymore

in this intermission, only gently muttering now and

soon it will be over

We’re dragging towards the final curtain

Oh darling, just think:

it wouldn’t leave you to monologue forever

if it was waiting in the wings

The pressure of a new beginning lays bare the fact that nothing changes

A good thing, really

Stable footing underneath, same sky

to backdrop one failure to the next

Tired of dodging these bullets, really

To have a new sky I have not seen

may reinvigorate me

Something has to give, I think, the tarot deck keeps drawing Death

Give me a sky I have not seen

When I walk the same old walking track

the sun sets and hits the jagged blades of unkempt grass, the tired horses graze

and gaze penned in by crumbling wooden fence

I want to be alone again

When the flood recedes in time

Just muck from all the glory’s left

Like a poem without rhyme

The truth can’t hide in idle phrase

A symphony tuned out of key

You’ll be remembered for your lows

I nearly made a life for me

Among these dunes of endless sand

No pain exists as unique thought

A treasure held by one is all

Don’t fear the threat of being caught

Our story lives beneath the waves