Un-Paris Me • 02.15.09
Help me see beyond the Fraus
That has come to live in you.
Show me how to look beyond
The tempest it has made you become.
Teach me to look not at
The destruction it has made you wreak
But at the torch you patiently held in the olden days
For me to come to where I now stand.
Remind me you used to be the compass
That showed me where North was —
The rudder and sail of my ship
As it traversed many a turbulent seas.
Because now I am beginning to forget;
Because now, I am hopelessly
Inebriated in your lies’ putrid breath —
Masterfully camouflaged, artfully disguised
In what I now see as phony smiles.
Pray I’ll remember that in everyone
There lie remnants of Achilles’ heels
Pray I’ll learn not to be like Paris
That I may not shoot you in your weakness.
Pray I’ll remember, it’s not condemnation
But a torch and a guiding hand that you need.
So you could re-discover where North is.
So you could find the strength to kill
The Fraus that has lodged itself in your heart.
Sherma E. Benosa
February 15, 2009; 2:07pm