Monday, 7 December 2009

To Forgive is Divine...

Once I saw somebody I thought I knew,
A woman; she looked just like you.
But nicer.

The last time we met, we fought, and I left, and I spent the next five years hating you.
It took a lot of me.
You have a lot of me.

But this woman was you and wasn't all at once.
I wanted to snap her neck.
I wanted to bury my face in it.
I wanted to be the me I was before I knew you.

And I want spend the next five years fighting with you but I won't be able to hate you.
I will be too busy hating myself.
And trying to steal back the pieces you stole.

I've been rewriting my novel and I guess this poem is from Winston's point of view. It's what he'll be thinking when he meets Sarah for the first time after being in the Prisoner of War camp for so long. I want to build up to him being damaged and a different person more than I did the last time around because I didn't know how I wanted it to end until I wrote the last draft and now I do, so I have to make it fit. I just hope I can pull it off.

By the way, apologies for the lame free verse poetry.

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