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Words
by Debra Conklin
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
Words mean everything. |
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Trust disappeared
long ago
What was there
was never enough
It was taken away when
she was too young to know
what it was.
The word is so small
seemingly insignificant
in a world filled with
words and feelings
Why does this one
make such a difference?
It’s the one word that leads
to love, happiness
and the sense of completeness
that is felt
between two people
Without trust
there is only
deception
betrayal
lies
Words that she lived
when she was too young
to know what they meant
She’s sat and she’s wondered
why she places the blame
of what’s wrong with them
on his shoulders
She tells him it’s because
his words infuriate her
repression
insecurity
jealousy
anger
resentment
Words that she tells herself
have nothing to do with her
when in fact
they mean
exactly
who she is
She’s no longer young
although the past has died
still it lives
Trust was destroyed
long ago
a child was ruined
memories were buried
she now lives a life
hanging from broken hinges
copyright 2009/debra conklin
all rights reserved
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
11/18/2009 |
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The pain in your words as if traveling the life trails with all it bumps, valleys, hills, and mountains. So much of what we experience when young shapes the perceptions of adulthood...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by richard cederberg |
11/17/2009 |
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Yup! We are, at this moment in time, a collage of our lifes experiences. Like computers with souls, inputted with every second we have lived. I went through a melancholy phase awhile ago where I prayed fervently that I could go back and erase all the bad, all the negative, all those things that had crushed me, all the times that i was an ass and hurt others, well you know, the list is long ...
Of course, that prayer was not answered the way i wanted it to be. What i kept hearing, though, in my spirit, was that if I was able to do this that I wouldn't be me anymore. Huh? Yup! All you have been through has taught you something. And all these lessons and feelings and frustrations and desires and hopes and regrets can now be shared with others that are struggling and need to know that they are not alone; there are others in this world that have suffered too. Keep being you! Your light glows!
Blessings ...
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
11/17/2009 |
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Words can be like the stone that David used to fell the Philistine, once told can't be taken back, deceiving words will stay there to fester.
Sometimes words of truth are like salt strewn on an open wound.
Georg
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
11/17/2009 |
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This is soul, mind and heart reflection at its best and most painful. We all make mistakes when we are young. Relationships of youth are often shadowed and pressured into things we don't always fully understand. Passion gets mistaken for lust, lust for love and then the fences go up. Well written and executed write Debra. I felt the ache for what could have been in this one.
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