Dercad by Marcy Wilson-Cales |
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DERCAD= Gaelic for meditation DERCAD (Meditation) You bury yourself alive in thick books That whisper of the past; gilt-edged like yourself; the treasures within. You go out rarely even for the music you love and the plays you enjoy. The fireplace is your safe audience. Your eyes break hearts; the feelings inside leak out the cracks; tears through armor. The gentleness you show with children-- --Amy's sorrow yours-- --the need to protect innocence; Yours is gone forever. David Lost and confused Energies misdirected into making trouble; A kind word and the speech of equals A small kindness made without effort. The struggle to BE human. The threats to Willie that slowly stopped; Likewise the taunts to the world and jabs. They were only for defense to keep anyone from touching you hurting you again. Elizabeth. Your fondness to her; you always took her seriously. The woman so like your mother. Roger Your eyes on him patient Understanding. A tolerance of the blind hard-learned. Carolyn... She needs to look up to you so badly. You're honored and protective. I pity her unworthy suitor. Eliot. Someday, you may yet tell him your truths. Quentin. The pain he has mirrors yours A companionship without the burden of words. He buries in drink What you bury in books And solitary walks God alone knows what you think of me. I can still drive you to fury. I think we quarrel now as much as ever. At least the venom is out of it... Ah, well... It still hurts to look at you, you know. Its taking so long to heal you. Longer than it should (so many distractions). And I hate seeing you this way. Incomplete. That large, gaping wound in you-- so much missing. A desire for a normal life without a clue as to how to achieve it. You rely on me because of what I am. Unafraid and... Unrepelled. I've seen so much worse than you. (So hard for you to believe) I never WAS disgusted at you. And were I afraid, I would have hardly picked all those fights! I don't know... It's almost as if you need me around to be a barometer. How many times have I seen stiff shoulders relax panicked eyes calm Just because I walked into the room? A man out of Time With the Past hounding his heels Forcing him to run blindly tot he future. And abstract Future you barely comprehend. Not that I blame you. But you will yet drive me to my grave with worry. Your solitary walks thruogh the woods at NIGHT without any protection at all are you tempting Fate or offering yourself up to Divine Judgement? But those unguarded moments when you didn't know I was watching. Open delight in the first dayflower Closing your eyes and feeling the sun in your hair The day I caught you with the hall mirror; staring hard into the glass wondering at who you were looking at reaching out to touch hands with your reflection ever so gently. The taste of food you relearned slowly terrified of pushing yourself enjoying what you had. The day you cut yourself--sorry I yelled at you-- you scared me when you just sat there and watched yourself bleed with that awed look in your eyes. And your same reaction to pain... The cold of winter... Discomfort of rain down your neck. I thought I'd seen everything. But you made me see it all over again. I enjoyed being a part of that witnessing something epic. A new chapter A fresh start (lumps and all, there) Lately you smile when I come in. It makes me happy. I want to see an end to this, Barnabas. I want that wound to be gone. I always want to see you smile. Back to the Fanfiction Index |
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