This
flesh is mine; it has bled, spilled pain
that
helped me turn darkness into fuel.
You
pretend to understand my ways, but you don’t feel
what
lives outside your festering skull.
No,
I no longer know (or care) why you have become
you--someone
whose absence is celebrated by most.
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #140: Things That Aren’t So Scary “anymore”)—once upon a time, when I was young and more than a wee bit naïve, I found
darkness terrifying. The same was true for how I felt about hurting the
feelings of individuals who didn’t quite deserve my worries. Life and
experience changed my views on both counts… drastically.
Hooray for the empowered you!
ReplyDeleteSome victories indeed! I still don't feel well in the pitch dark and when we had to sleep at a place a while ago where there was no light outside at all I slept with my hand on the torch lol
ReplyDeleteOlder and wiser, good.
ReplyDeleteThat is a big one to overcome ... the fear of hurting others who are not truly worthy or needing of our empathy.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking ....good advice! RALL
ReplyDeletePerhaps we all move forward with time and experience - Jae
ReplyDeleteIt is better, if difficult at times, to move forward rather than be stuck.
ReplyDeleteThe sijo is spreading :-) The words suggest a disease, but there are literal people who function in our lives like diseases. ((empathy))
ReplyDeletePris cilla King
When absence is celebrated!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
I always enjoy reading your words.
ReplyDeleteSending my good wishes.
All the best Jan
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