It can be a challenge
copping to the blind-spots
(we all have) for others, the kind
of cecity that breeds subtle prejudice
for friendly’s and those of
similar-interest...
.
Lowering the shields
carries a price
(more often than not)
especially from the ones who
arouse (in us) a strong sense of kinship,
which obliges us to drop our guards…
.
I know a prototypic creative-writer:
(a palpable reflection of)
someone reluctantly
proffering how
he’d embraced the
notion of bonding with
people he barely knew, and,
how less than a year passed before
the groups window-dressing disintegrated
and laid bare their aberrant-hearts…
.
‘It changed me,’ he sighed despairingly,
.
‘I gave honestly to them
from my springs, sharing only the
most salutary, they relished the action,
gracefully (at first) accepting my
gifts as nourishment,
they ingested me on white china,
and drank me eagerly in antique crystal,
I was amply spread upon freshly-baked-bread;
all this as my inwardness was artfully purloined by
dirt-bags and plagiarists posing as friendly's.
.
NEVER AGAIN!’ The man avowed angrily…
.
I saw red,
as well, that day,
being keenly aware
of how many are forced
to operate
behind fences,
within fortresses, or the
dark-places of past wounds,
haunted by poverty (once endured)
or bearing the oily-sins of unforgiveness;
by giving too much and never finding respect;
from a selfless-struggle in a soulless-system, where
the ongoing attacks of rotters and rogues
oblige us, at some point, to establish
safe-zones to protect
our interests
from marauders, who, with
violent insatiable passions, seek
to plunder fragile-hearts relentlessly or,
with crisis-of-thought, destroy all we hold dear...
.
(C)richard lloyd cederberg
2015