It happened many years ago and I remember well
A jagged flying piece of glass, a story sad to tell
As hastily I plucked it out, my life force flowing free,
I knew that wound would ever be a living part of me.
For many years that tender spot would shrink from human touch
So I’d protect it at all costs it didn’t take that much
To warn away those kindly folk who wanted to be near
For getting hurt again was such an ever present fear.
But slowly over many years would hurtful memories go
And only sunken whitened flesh scar tissue there would show
To take me back to long ago when wound was fresh in mind,
But now the intervening years had left those thoughts behind.
And then one day a devilish scheme came knocking at life’s door
But while it didn’t touch my flesh it hurt me even more,
For friends support or let you down, the latter’s what I found,
And once again a painful wound required to be bound.
‘Twas only then my helpful friends referred the scar to me,
They pointed out that over time the hurt had ceased to be.
At first I angrily dismissed those friends whose sage advice,
Had brought me no real comfort in attempting to be nice
But while in quiet reflection then I saw their view was right,
For my old wound had lost its hurt, and given up the fight
To take control of my self worth and spoil my lifework plan
I’d take this current wound in hand and choose to be a man.
“© Ian Grice 2008”
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Fantastic
Many should take note of your words.All too often we allow past hurts to blight our onward path.We must let go because we will never be able to change our past.What we cna do is have a positive effect on out future, Ros
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Scars we receive as we live life are difficult to face. And yet in moments of reflection we can see how those very hurts have caused us to grow and develop new depth and wisdom. Very good Ian!
Pam
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‘Twas only then my helpful friends referred the scar to me,
They pointed out that over time the hurt had ceased to be.
At first I angrily dismissed those friends whose sage advice,
Had brought me no real comfort in attempting to be nice
Very deep emotion here, and not anything quite like it, coming this way in a long time. I'm so absorbed in my new man, I see the world through rose colored contact lenses
. I know we say we need to create a better world for our kids, but when's it gonna start, huh?
When are we gonna take a look at kids like this and tell them loud enough for them to hear you, I care about what happens to you.
Amazing read Ian, you're on your way to something brilliant. I'll be seeing articles about you in National Geographic. I love passion for humanity, and yours glows from where you are.
jin
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