Betrayal is hard when it's in your face and harder still when it won't
stop
I'm frightened of my own mind and it can
stop
I beg to know who or what I've transgressed against to deserve this pain and the knowledge that it just doesn't
stop
If I'm able to see the sun, and smell the rain when it's on the come, why am I surprised when it fails to
stop?
Why can't I make myself
stop?
When it's all too dear
it's immediately clear
the thing you most fear
will surely appear
to lend you an ear
and flatten your sphere
with an icy hot spear
through the veil of a tear
I rant and I jeer
but can't seem to mere - ly
Pain is the hardest teacher there is and we do learn a lesson if we're smart about it.
This poem sinks and rides the bottom of pain. It is felt in every word and the passion steers it through.
Susan
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Love Tinka
Intense emotion, very well expressed. I concur completely with Susan's review. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, K.
This poem sinks and rides the bottom of pain. It is felt in every word and the passion steers it through.
Susan