elements by Alexander Te Pohe
content warning: contains references to physical and emotional abuse
~water~
three figures of my nightmares
rise from the
ocean
of my
mind.
human shapes,
waist deep in waves.
the ghosts open their mouths
like fish. sound
does not
issue
forth. with
each gasp, water pours out.
they waver as water crashes
through them. it tumbles
onto the
beach,
carrying their
rubbish to my feet.
i don’t move. the three men
stare at my figure
on the
shore.
i stare back, willing
them to
make a move.
they only sway back,
forth, with each
push/pull of
the
sea. waiting.
waiting.
waiting. for what.
~air~
it is locked away. carried in a pelican’s mouth.
left to float in the starlight.
the
clouds hold many secrets.
there is nothing to say. nothing to say.
we are
fine. everything is. everything.
the key is to smile. a simple twitch of the mouth.
on a windy day i hear echoes of my secrets.
the crack of a belt, a child’s cry.
my own words whoosh past me.
i cannot quite get the words to leave my mouth.
an apology would imply a wrongdoing.
i am a good person.
i am. they all say i am.
it is a cycle: birds are released from me,
they become clouds, everything is fine,
until it isn’t. another bird takes flight.
~fire~
the hands that held
burn too, i find red fingerprints on myself daily,
your fiery
touch burned generations, a kinda fucked up legacy,
a lightning strike, burning them and me, the embers of your
rage are forever alight
~earth~
my
land holds memories.
they mingle in the soil with the
worms. sometimes i press my ear
to the dirt to hear them
speak.
they console me as i cry.
telling me they will
carry
my hurt for
a little while if i wish.
i stay there for
hours to
listen. they comfort me,
telling me they believe me.
the hurt i feel is valid.
my land holds
memories.
generations have passed over it. no-one is
forgotten. no joy or hurt unrecorded.
all is remembered.
that is enough.