Lying Naked
exposed and defenseless,
to the knives and swords
that are words.
Only a thin blanket
of self worth,
to cover my cold and open
heart.
Cuts and scrapes
from near fatal misses,
scar my body with insecurities.
Tears of pain
run down my bare skin stinging
as they salt my wounds.
Pulling at my blanket
I try to hide from yet
another attack.
But this time the knife of guilt
is thrust deep into my
kind and compassionate heart,
hurting, maiming, killing.
Now I lie covered,
beneath the heavy earth,
safely protected by death,
From all enemies.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Yet another powerful write.
"Tears of pain
run down my bare skin stinging
as they salt my wounds."
You certainly have a talent
at tugging at the heart.
Thanks for sharing
Warm Hugs
Elga
M.Rose