Abigail (poem)
I stroke her hair as she dreams,
Her dreams,
This little gift of peace I give.
One moment’s rest from
The hurricane of terror
Her poor eyes will wake to.
Oh, Abigail; how I wish I could save you.
Abigail, I am your angel-
I see your tarnished, wretched, lonely soul-
Abigail, my dear, I wish you could know
God’s plan works in ways
You could not possibly understand.
You, nor any human.
Abigail, I wish you were not cast
Such a role in this fateful tragedy-
But so it is and so
I cannot save you from your Earthly nightmare.
But dream now, child,
Dream sweet while you can-
Your fear and anguish will soon shake me from this bed.
Poor Abigail.
Abigail who had her parents’ love ripped-
Torn from her life,
And has known loneliness
And fighting
And fear
Ever since.
Poor Abigail.
Abigail who recieves no love
From the liars of this town,
Whose outer beauty betrays
Her inner self-disgust
At the ugliness, the dirtiness, the sinfulness,
She fears and believes.
Oh Abigail, pitiful Abigail-
You are this town.
You are the gorgeous curtain,
Of morality, righteousness, perfection-
But underneath-
Oh, underneath-
A chamber of secrets and sins and lies
That cannot be hidden forever.
This town-
It tries to be perfect.
But the more pressure added
By closing in all the secrets so tight-
They are doomed to explode, Abigail.
Perfection cannot be obtained, Abigail.
Not quite the light on the hill they imagined.
Not quite the city on the hill they imagined.
Poor Abigail, who had one to show her light-
One to expose the truth of the lies,
One she knew believed in what was right,
One who came to her with love in the night.
One who came to her with love.
True love, Abigail-
I wish dearly for you it were not too much to ask.
This one who might have held the perfection you sought-
No, no, no- he had one fatal flaw.
You.
By believing in his perfection,
You made yourself his one great, terrible sin.
Abigail, I wish it did not have to be this way!
But perfection cannot exist.
I’m sorry it warranted this punishment.
But God couldn’t save a perfect soul, could he now?
Abigail- poor, sweet, deluded Abigail-
I know their rejection has hurt and angered you.
I know being imperfect makes you feel ugly inside.
They did hurt you, Abigail.
They do hide in their hypocritical lies.
But you attack them, you accuse them,
You take no mercy on them-
And you justify with theur hidden imperfections and lies.
You do not let yourself see.
You refuse to let yourself see
That in doing so,
You become one of them.
Poor Abigail-
You hate them because they are hypocritical,
You become exactly like them.
Oh, Abigail, Abigail- truth be told,
You hate them because you know you are exactly like them.
But you do not let yourself see.
Abigail, it burns in me, I wish you could know-
You cannot be perfect,
Nor would perfection secure his love.
You are spiraling, Abigail-
Oh, for all I am, how I would pull you back if I could!
But I cannot.
The city upon a hill was doomed to fail.
You are lost, Abigail.
My poor, misguided, bewildered Abigail-
Stay here with me, Abigail-
Linger a moment longer.
I will be torn apart to release you
Back to the chaos, the insanity, the fear.
Let me stroke your hair and give you peace- brief, brief respite.
To think, all of this, just for love…
But you cannot be perfect, Abigail-
This city on a hill was doomed to fail.
That was beautiful, guuuurrrl! You get it! You get ME. You really get me!
Thank you for the lovely submission. *MUAH*
