The Blame Game

There’s no time to hold blame, no

Time to tame the same Struggle she had from whence she came

It’s no pain or double there’s a fine line, a shy shame

Hiding in the the rubble of relationships; from past days, insane

A sorrow pushed behind a name,

The Name of her True Love, there’s trouble,

They’re using those rude names.

She owns it, she knows it, she rules it, she runs it.

It beats her, that cheats her, she takes it he breaks it.

The stubble on his face and dark eyes he’d claim

It’s because she won’t take it, won’t make it, you’ll see

She’s trying to fake it all day, the plain fray

Her heart sang but never again, in a hustle

To shut down this game full of muscle and bubbles

A stone frame shows no gain in the puddle;

Her brain no rabble, knows babble, a baby

So maybe she hates her same name or this pain game with no gain,

Or the answer, the riddle, the inside of a dark cage

A damp cave, the Death Plague,

Reach down into the center and grasp change

The supple and inventive creation

Acceptance of lovers a self-serving drum roll

The Finale, a finishing touch of love or hate she can’t wait

That lost state of hopeless fate another day too late

Uncovered a lost state, a bliss gate

Not seeking acceptance, approval or holy plates

She is a Holy Place, her whole face, abundant.

She was looking the wrong way, succumbing

Now recovering, reclaiming that sacred soil within

A death to precede the rebirth is so worth

The price paid, the hate laid, the blame said

It’s over.