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MY HEART ON THE TIP OF AN ARROW
My words have always been glass.
My wars have always been lost.
My arms are lonely.
They've always been.
If my head isn't down,
there is nothing guarding
this bullseye on my chest.
I could again,injure my hands
to stop what's to come...
Or just let it go through.
There's my heart
on the tip of an arrow.
My wars have always been lost.
My arms are lonely.
They've always been.
If my head isn't down,
there is nothing guarding
this bullseye on my chest.
I could again,injure my hands
to stop what's to come...
Or just let it go through.
There's my heart
on the tip of an arrow.
Published 27th Apr 2014
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my friend,
The emotional struggle is so apparent in this piece.....the frustration in the reluctance, and hesitation to become vulnerable...."If my head / isn't down,/there is nothing guarding/this bullseye on my chest..." vs. opening up to the possibility of experiencing more pain--yet again.
I think, the truth is, that everyone that we encounter in life, has the potential--and certainly the abilities-- to hurt us.But, maybe, what one must ultimately decide, is to try to find those worth suffering for....(?)
This poem has truly touched me on such a personal level....as it probably will others, as well.
( . . .and, there are those of us who are 'blessed'/ 'cursed' with the ability to
f e e l the emotional pain(of others) just a bit deeper).
The emotional struggle is so apparent in this piece.....the frustration in the reluctance, and hesitation to become vulnerable...."If my head / isn't down,/there is nothing guarding/this bullseye on my chest..." vs. opening up to the possibility of experiencing more pain--yet again.
I think, the truth is, that everyone that we encounter in life, has the potential--and certainly the abilities-- to hurt us.But, maybe, what one must ultimately decide, is to try to find those worth suffering for....(?)
This poem has truly touched me on such a personal level....as it probably will others, as well.
( . . .and, there are those of us who are 'blessed'/ 'cursed' with the ability to
f e e l the emotional pain(of others) just a bit deeper).
28th Apr 2014 10:08pm
