As an official court reporter, I used to write on average 60,000 to 75,000 words every day--not my words, but the words of witnesses and lawyers. But now in retirement, I write an occasional book and frequent poems and life-lesson articles, averaging perhaps 60,000 to 75,000 words a year.

Words have been my life, living vicariously in the courtroom the challenges of corporate executives and housewives and rape victims and medical doctors justifying what appears to be professional negligence. There seemed never to be an end to the drama in personal and social relationships.

In all of this, Dear Sage, I think what strikes me most vividly is your line, "...what wasn't being said I heard so loud until the silence gave it away."

This reminds me of the wise comment that we often hurt or disappoint others most by what we fail to express to them in words.

Nothing in the life of a relationship should be taken for granted. Take the time and interest to express yourself to the person(s) close to your heart. Don't let your silence be deafening.

I'm so glad I stopped by. Your postings never disappoint me, Dear Friend.

Richard

Got me thinking that the scars of warriorship go far deeper than the ones shown on the skin.

Ron

An extremely honest and well written work.
Cheers,
Dan

"the words opened a wound "--poetry can do that I have noticed and being honest even without using words " I could feel it in the air what wasn't being said"


I have been called an emotional sponge--I as well can be in a room and feel things others think they are hiding so well behind their porcelain smiles--well done Sage--very thought provoking poem you wrote here