Blue Door
opens
into a room
of stone,
dark and
softly lit.
I meet the
Other
who moves
with Mercurial
grace from
Love to Indifference
with equal
Intensity.
Fire and Ice.
I can’t feel
Earth below me
but the comfort
of his touch
grown cold
slices my
heaped up heart
in two.
Fire and Ice.
He lights
tall sconces
illuminating round stone.
Flames of Blue Fire
Consume
even the most
Hopeful.
Fire and Ice.
Leavetaking
is my problem –
Not his.
I crumble
in the face
of the truth,
of what is.
Fire and Ice.
Sifting through
black ash,
broken dreams,
believing
based on words
without substance
I weep.
He walks away
with impunity –
the pattern
doesn’t shift.
Discarded,
I shrink
into mud walls…
invisible to myself.
Shadows
follow
in his wake.
Commentary:
This poem speaks directly to the destructive aspect of unconscious projection. Projection is the unconscious human tendency to place blame on the “Other” in oneself or others. When we do this we fall into an “either or reality.”
