I shatter Goliaths of stone When I need. Goliaths, ever present, Whisper a white noise mantra Of my mother’s beer drunk voice: You’ll never be anything Nobody will ever want you You can’t do anything right I can still, at times, Feel the ghost lash Sting of the yard stick Across my back To drive this drunken Wilting wisdom down Beneath my skin, Shards of shattered Beer pearl wisdom Inside me Timed to come out to play Inside my brain In spring like days. Other Goliaths have come, Flowers of poison Sprouting where they Have walked upon my back Before leaving. Their ghosts spouting White noise words Echoing sentiments Of my drunken mother. I have learned to shatter My Goliaths of stone When they appear. Ghost stone monuments To egos needing boosting rest Upon another’s back. Yet the shards of stone Pile upon me, upon my chest, upon my soul Leaving me without breath, Within a sarcophagus of stone While the white noise voice of a drunken Mother plays the top ten tunes of childhood-- Then my fists ball up, strike stone Nails claw, dig into cracks Fingers, knuckles bleeding, Dripping drops of glue To piece together the mosaic of me— This mosaic of brokenness I am made of the stone coffins From which I’ve freed myself. I am now a mosaic Of triumph and tragedy, Of love and loss, Of living and dying, Of the stone graves Others have carved for me And all the shades Of colors between— I continue to decorate myself With the stones I polish, Taking power from the lies Of the Goliaths I have shattered.
Annette Kalandros (pronouns: She, Her) is a retired teacher who is proud and honored to have her work featured in two Indie Blu’s anthologies, As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad and THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS: Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within. She is also honored to have her work published in the Be Proud with Pride edition of The Pinecone Review and Women Speak: Women of Appalachia Project anthology.
Website: http://aikalandros.com