Electra
You and I
Are mirror of each other
But both you and I
Diverged, when?
Between me and you
Is blue.
Do you call out my name by midnight?
While I'm hardened by time
Roughened by its edges, when resentment accumulate
Sediments of my heart cooled to a rock
For all the things said and done, I'm your offshoot
Spitting image,
But, please, when have you then ceased to become of who I thought you once been?
Spitting injury, sliced to a jarring imagery.
How should we go in harmony, mommy?
When we meet each other's eyes and yours have been weary?
For all the things you said and done,
I still carry the injury and childhood trauma.
I don't want a daughter like me,
I'll never conjure her out of this earth.
But when will we ever reconcile, of once I came from, and now I diverge?
Your face wrinkles by time, and your hair grows to gray,
Still, I look at you and pray,
Have you, by chance, actually love us anyway?
But time meets us hardened, often broken,
Things forever remain unspoken,
Between us even if we look alike.
There will be myriad of inquiries,
Always left unanswered,
Forgotten, and bypassed.
But I'm terrified, even if injury is passed down,
I will never want to inflict them on you.
Even if I grew
To chew the toxic milk
Of childhood, adolescence and adulthood,
I wouldn't balk to self-pity,
Never, never, my mother.
But I look at us, and I grew
A different of you
But this image,
Is what I see in the mirror.
If time goes on, I pray for peace,
Maybe in the slightest hint
Of relief, after all what said and done,
We can still look each other in the eyes,
And nothing was forgotten ever since I was birthed alive.
