Around We Go

Melissa R. Mendelson
Around We Go

I have fallen again
into another body
as I grasp the pieces
of a new life.
I have done this dance many times,
and I always come back
to this beginning.
I stare at the life
that I now must live
and ponder the meaning of it.
I know he is watching,
but I don't fear him.
I know he will come for me
when my number is up,
but he will return me
to another life
and another expiration date.
Why does he do this?
What purpose does he serve?
I am born,
find love,
tear hearts,
and then die.
I always do this
as he watches my every move.
I see him as a hound
who chases me
into the darkest reaches of my mind.
Around and around we will go
until we get to the point of no return.
I will then wake up to a new face
and shut my eyes on another life.
I have been here so many times.
I have lived through so many eyes.
Why do I do this?
I have been given life after life
within the hands of my soul
that slip through my fingers
like sand from an hourglass
as the shadow of him clings to me.
I guess only God knows
the meaning of my existence
as he obeys his orders
and comes to my bed.
I sometimes think there is no end,
and we are doomed to return here.
I wonder if we have to make up
for the past sins that we committed.
I wonder if we are on a quest
to find our soul mate in this world.
I wonder if we will ever know.
I can hear the sobs of the widow
as her husband lies dead beside her,
and the baby inside her begins to kick.

Published by Melissa R. Mendelson

Newspaper Reporter for Long Island's Smithtown Messenger Newspaper and its sub-issues, The Brookhaven Review, The Ronkonkoma Review, and Medford News; Freelance Writer for Hudson Valley's Photo News; Movie a...  View profile

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