I wanted so badly to ease our hearts
But neither could be helped.
I hurt you with the sharp edge of a razor;
I hurt me with the dull ache of doing right.
But feeling right doesn’t make one happy.
Look at the moon tonight
It’s a half moon…that’s me.
Without the hope of it ever becoming the full moon again.
See the flower fading and drawing up into nothingness?
That’s me too…no enough water and sunshine to bring me back
To where I want so desperately to be again.
Hopefully, you have found the right combination of sunshine and water
as well as my half of the moon. Take it…Be whole again
A contest entry
- A metaphorical message to the missing by Dienush.
750 points, ended February 19, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Filled with remorse.....
Sis, This is filled with remorse through the hurt of one being injured being truely sorry for it. Wanting to go back and never have done harm but learning from that and really wanting that person to be alright.
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This is a very interesting and compassionate message. I like the metaphors here. Thanks for entering.
~Diana
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