Jennifer Wood Poetry

The contempt you feel for me is vividly apparent.
The resentment felt for me lingers in the air.
The pungent aroma of jealousy courses through gravity.
This envy, which reveals the truth.

You have left a knife, protruding from my back.
Which you have plunged in such malicious intent.
I fear I shall succumb to this apocalyptic demise you have so cruelly bestowed upon me.
Unless I discover a lighter way out.

The conspiracy of attempts made to eliminate me from your perfect world.
Sinister intentions shining through your actions and choices.
My expression is solemn, for I cannot endure this helacious harassment a moment longer.

Perhaps the serene beauty of nature will comfort my soul.
I close my eyes and lean into the wind,
I let the breeze dry the tears rolling down my cheeks.

The universe rests at a standstill.
Gravity has seized to exist as we know it.

Marble pillars enclosing the entrance to a garden,
Much as Eden is described; paradise eternal.
A vast playground of spirituality coated a vivid green.
A pond which rests peacefully in the center of Eden.

A fountain of youth entity,
Which may never be altered by the doors of perception.

I lean over the ledge and peer into the murky waters below.
My finger delicately touches the water,
Reproducing small ripples, which split off in a chain reaction of relativity.

It is humor shining through, you see.
For the mechanics of living are re-enacted in even the most trivial experiences.
The ripples causing a rift, displaying the course of action and reaction.

The illusion of change, reflecting as either a gift or a curse.

Greek statues of women surrounding the barriers of this path I have taken.
From a distance, they produce the image of perfection.
Yet once again, looks are proven to be deception in disguise.

As I approach with caution,
I find the flaws are apparent.
Visible imperfections of chips and cracks in the stone composing her face.
Perhaps it is an ironic sign of justice being served.

For time is not the enemy,
Which chips away at who we really are.
For the good,
The internal beauty is a gift.
This is not a fallacy.

One which will preserve the innocent in eternity.
There is no regret, pity or sorrow to be had.
For the cracks and flaws the statue maintains are permanent.

Violence begets violence.
Hate brings on only more hate.
Envy transcends into loathing.
I shall no longer be haunted by the resentful looks directed at me.

For my spirit.
My courage.
My self respect.
And above all else, my love for life will not allow me to be penetrated a moment longer.

I feel my face tighten as a smile wipes across my lips.
With one swift movement,
I turn and take my first few steps home.

Poet: Jennifer Wood