Room 121 – a Tribute to the Mule
Narrative Poem by @kimberlyanneinc
Welcome. Before you begin reading this narrative poem, I want to say thank you for being here. Room 121 is a place that you have been to before. It is a place that we have all been to before, in some way or another. It is up to you to determine what Room 121 is about. Room 121 is a diverse room filled with every kind of energy and emotion that is possible for human beings to demonstrate and feel. Room 121 is full of mysteries that are not meant to be solved. Room 121 is what you want it to be.
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Room 121 – a Tribute to the Mule
What’s going to happen in Room 121? I swore to myself the last time we were there that I’d never set foot in a courthouse again. You know it was not supposed to happen this way. Like an out of body experience I see the stupid
happyplastered look on my face. Walking with you like I should be so proud when in fact I should have hid my face. Then maybe now I wouldn’t be so embarrassed and ashamed of being associated with your name. Almost reaching Room 121 I’ve practically crumbled and just might disintegrate. What will happen in Room 121? In Room 121 I’ll become brand new and it’s going to be like I never even knew you. Remember that moment in Cinderella? There’s a fairy godmother who completes the impossible. She made it all possible for a transformation to take place. Can you see the wand now waving? Waving around now right in front of her face? A transformation I’ll go through even though I think really, it’s you who needs one too and you probably need it much more than me since you have issues with your eyes, your ears, and all things. You need glasses so you can see. A hearing aid so you can listen. What is going to take place in Room 121? If only a real fairy godmother exists, then she could help me help you! With this issue of vision. Helping you would be much too kind considering there is no hope for you anyway. In Room 121 I will release all of the pain and the guilt and the misery and the shame - along with all of your lies and your undiagnosed illnesses and that fake bit of chivalry that brays out of you like a True ass. In Room 121 I will walk in alone and I won’t mind at all because I’ll be one step closer to escaping any thought of you for the rest of my life. Sometimes I wonder if the world only knew how weak and infantile you truly are if it would HELP. Do you think it will be beautiful in Room 121? Then they’d be able to escape you too; but like me they wouldn’t have to run because you’d already be gone. Faster and faster just like a marathon of foolishness and mental fragility due to your frail existence. In Room 121 donning silver attire, I will walk in with pride and explain my mistakes of how I fell for your schemes, your strategies and your lies and how NOW they have made me only so much more indestructible - Rugged and impenetrable either through the heart or unmentionables, thank you. Thank. You.My armor is heavy, and my battle scars are unseen. Only those who wear this armor too will understand what that means. With my head held high and curious eyes glaring at the gleam that my iron shield, metal plate, and inlaid sword bring - everyone will know that you are not a real King. Just another imitation descended from swindlers and shams, who could only hope and dream to move on to better things instead of constantly being masters of the masquerade. I’m sorry you were built that way. The crudeness of my words, is veracious as your credentials of being extremely detrimental. The fact that you are a mule, and one that is destructive is comical to say the least. Being a tool is exactly the purpose of such an animal. Stubborn and a certified beast of burden - of this I’m certain. As I lift the helmet off of my head, and start to remove my sheathing, the verdict is reached and now I am breathing. A sigh of relief blasted out of my chest knowing that I was heard and that your cowardice made it all so easy. Sailing out now of Room 121 I go away and in search of anything that isn’t you for eternity now. Sailing out now of Room 121, off and away there I go, here I go, to anything or anyone that isn’t you forever now. Sailing out now with my armor, weapons, and my ship, hands on my waist with the hips you will miss - farther than ever so you can never taste my lips again. Assailant should have been your title once long ago, but you can’t be called that anymore. You’ve lost this battle and I’ve won the war. Now thanks to Room 121 I am perpetually unassailable. And when the truth hits the ears of all who will listen, this is how the tale will go.
Thank you for reading. If you’re a rebel writer, let me know what literary devices you can spot in this poem. I’d love to hear from you. ❤ ‘Til then, happy writing!