| | He
She
Them
They
and Me...
Someone's presence hurts me.
She makes it known that I don't exist to her.
Sarah says she wears a coat of insecurity
and doesn't try to hide it.
I say she hurts me. Every look and pretended
un-look determined to shake me.
Have you ever peeled back the outer layers of
Brussel sprouts? The outsides are ugly and dirty,
especially if they're the cherished organic kinds
from a local farmer.
Underneath are beautiful little rapollitos or
mini-cabbages, beautiful, healthy, and wonderful...
But that first layer?
Ugh.
She talks to him about me.
She says words that defend and protect me,
But there is this whole idea of being talked about
To begin with, that kind of stings.
He is torn. I see it in his face.
Maybe there is guilt in some way or sense...
Maybe he feels guilty for her pain
But I do too!
Unfortunately she turns to him for attention
And receives it,
While continuing to make sure that I am unknown to her
Anymore.
And this will continue as long as we all
Live together here in our little world,
Our little community.
Every time I open this refrigerator door,
The light will come on.
I don't exist to you anymore.
I don't matter.
I have been dismissed...
He has not...
Because she likes how she feels around him.
And he would never turn anyone away.
It's a demonstration and my face is on
The signs of the picketers.
I'm not flattered.
Where is my sanity? My salvation?
Love.
I survive because I love... even when unloved.
I look at her face and see the stars
That have burned out by now.
I look in his eyes and see the pain of child's needs
Gone unmet.
I look at them and see wounds that
Need to be treated.
The collective "they" gather around and I have to
Set aside my ego so I can treat each with the love
of Christ.
His burden is easy.
His yolk is light.
So I must be carrying something else,
If I feel so heavy now....
May peace and love and grace and mercy
Fall on us,
Fall on us...
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| | Posted 1/8/2008 1:07 AM - 127 views - 7 comments
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I espec. loved that line, too..."I look @ her face & see the stars that have burned out by now." You poem is positively exquisitely sad...I cried...~. You are most talented!!!
Wishing you a splendid day ahead...(((Angel Hugs & Love...)))~The Island Concierge~.
Thanks so much for stopping by...what an absolute treat...I adore the quotes you wrote...most impressive...~.