Are you wounded?
You threw your body onto the ground
You look wounded
And I'm not sure if I'm helping or hurting
But I can't lay there with you
I stayed there for so long
That the cement became a part of my face
And the only thing in my world was the feeling of being little spoon
While your over sized arm lay around my waste
It took too long for me to realize
That every time that I wanted to rise and be part of the world
Your grip grew tighter
Big spoon was only getting bigger
Engulfing me with one large ... scoop
I do not blaim you. No, I am sad for you. Sad that the cement is still so much a part of you. Knowing that the world could use what you have to offer, but you throw yourself on the ground. In fear of being claimed for your flaws in an already imperfect world.
I can lay with you no more
Helping no longer seems reasonable
It is useless to offer a hand to a willing victim of the ground
It seems useless
1 comment:
Nice...I like this. So sad, but often so true. Many of us have become so accustomed to playing the victim that we've learned and chosen to stay stuck in the same rut. And only the willing can and will change. You can try to turn their focus and direction, but change is a choice.
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