Ugly People

I woke this morning
Heart racing
Pressure throbbing
To a sky gray and damp
Echoing my memories
Regurgitated in nightmares
Of ugly people
Mostly
An ugly man
I used to run away from
But now feel
I must make my way back to.

I woke
The pain in my chest telling
Of unresolved evils
Ugly people placed upon me
In their cruel attempts
To shape
Whittle me down
To whatever they envisioned me to be.

Woke
Slowly returning to myself
Understanding that ugly people
Predominantly this ugly man
Was an echo
A shadow
Periodically at my back
Between my ears
To remind me
The task is never finished
The mission never complete
In reconstructing one's soul
In an attempt to undo
A tightly knit tapestry of existence
One thread at a time....
©2011clarencecbess

Suddenly Prized

What could've been
Rest upon numerous faces
Looking to me now
Much too late for me to care
Beyond some script
To sum up the moment.

Again and again I want to ask
Why now?
Did it really have to be
That
Complicated?
That
Shallow?
The ability of we
To shatter hearts
Like a gunslinger at high noon
Attempting to make his way
Along the one road through town
Amazes me
Constant
Like the stares I receive now
Because suddenly
I am that which is desired...
©2011clarencecbess