poetry
Mary on her poetry:
'I’m not really much of a poet. When I sit down and try to write poetry, it usually comes out pretty lame. On the other hand, when I am upset or pissed off about something, it’s like a faucet gets turned on inside my head and the poetry pours out. Once I’ve expressed my feelings, the faucet turns back off.
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During the first few years with Chris, I did write some poems to help cope with the situation. But they seemed to be more about expressing Chris’s feelings than my own. The experiences that Chris had been through were so far from anything I could imagine that it sometimes felt like I was dealing with an alien lifeform. Every now and then, he would say something that resonated with my inner poet, and it would crystallize into an expression of his feelings. This process helped me conceptualize what he was trying to describe to me; it also seemed to give him a sense that he was being listened to and understood.
Two poems, “it’s Been A Long Night” and “Stasis,” came out of this process. The first poem was about Chris’s suicide attempt, which was covered in the book. The way he described it to me, simply and almost casually, seemed to distill all the fear, pain, and hopelessness into a few simple lines. I wrote the poem that night. Two other poems, "Every Day You Stay Alive" and "Graveyard in My Head," were written to encourage Chris at times when he was dealing with really upsetting or discouraging occurrences.'
Every Day You Stay Alive
Is one more victory you score
In the war
For something more
A battle fought heart beat by beat
For solid ground beneath your feet
Is clean, relentless, healing pain
As poisons drain
And old scars strain
Against the healthy tissue grown
From broken brain and broken bone
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Is defeat for those who made you prey
To parasite
Appetites
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The Graveyard In My Head
The graveyard in my head
Full of things that won’t stay dead
All the terrors of the past
Coming back to life at last
I can hear each fear I hid
Ripping through its coffin lid
The graveyard in my mind
Things I had to leave behind
Only way I could survive
Had to bury them alive
Now they’re tearing through the earth
Eager for a second birth
It's Been A Long Night
Rain coming down
Legs getting heavy
Stop in a bus shelter
Rest for a while
Smoke a cigarette
It’s been a long night
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Pills kicking in
Mind getting heavy
Feeling it coming
Won’t be long now
Smoke another cigarette
It’s been a long night
Fear starting in
It’s all getting scary
Don’t want to do this
Take it all back
Back against the pavement
Scream at the night
Stasis
Rage held me together
Soldered the broken places
Backburned a barrier
Scorched earth perimeter
Hate held me together
Expanded like an atmosphere
Filled up the vacuum
Pressurized the capsule
Cold held me together
Freezing the life inside me
Deadened my mind and heart
Looked out from behind my eyes
Rogue
I watch the herd lift up its head
To scent the coming of the rain.
A thousand backs turn toward the west,
A living river down the plain.
All knit together, blood and bone,
The single beating heart of it.
If I could make my heart be still,
Then I would still be part of it.
The herd moves on to pass me by,
A rogue and outcast till I die.
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