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Staining

I may try and contemplate your rights and wrongs,
direct those meanings into something of a seamless knot,
and carry them with me into our battlefields and secrets.
This I may do as an effort of peace,
the saints hands on a troubled souls mind,
soft and weathered into a perfect grace of relief...

this I may try and do to your worries,
to further quiet mine,
and when you question my truth through a shift in actions,
or a tone in eye,
I will remove my hands from your troubles,
so that you will feel the loss of my pity.

I may try and contemplate my own rights and wrongs,
and how affected they are by your own distant kneading,
direct them into some kind of accepting state,
and I will carry them with me
into our battlefields, and yes into the next.
This I may do as an act of self-preservation,
washing my hands of the grit and smoothing out the staining.







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I dont know where this came from, there will be a few people probably who think it relates to them. No it is not directed to a specific person..nor to a specific relationship!

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  • PerfectImperfection
    March 28, 2008

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    This is a very thought provoking piece of emotion. It speaks more of the confusion coursing within; possibly a barrier of souls. Thank you for your entry!


  • Sarah957
    March 27, 2008

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    Anyone who has had a relationship in their life fail can probably relate to this. You get hurt, and you carry your scars into the next relationship "in an act of self preservation." Sometimes it is self preserving, sometimes self defeating, but there is always luggage. I like the way you have put a deeper twist on the idea that people carry thier burdens with them. This was a deep and enjoyable read with an easy to understand metaphor. Excellent!


  • marc creamore
    March 21, 2008
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    It matters not if this piece was directed to another person, it matters not that you don't know where it came from . . . because it stands on its own, alive and vibrant!


  • individuality gold member
    March 19, 2008

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    it is always good to at least try for peace in your life for the madness can consume us - the fields of our lives are bloody with many battles, a good poem