Floating through the wound, already marked – your regret, your mistake.
Floating through life, knowing I am your cross to bear because you are tainted.
Knowing it on the surface, but believing far below, hidden in the recesses of my mind, that the fault must be mine – no logic, no reason could ever convince me otherwise, not deep down in the dark primal corridors haunted by eyes that do nothing but glare and despise.
You made me a target, a magnet for every blank face, every cold soul – better the devil you know.
A flower, a star, magical light sent my way interpreted as a mere trick to break my defences – love, a foreign currency I had neither knowledge nor understanding of.
Floating through the years, keeping the black dog at bay with every ounce of strength.
Mountains climbed, peaks conquered, flag floating – nothing made a dent in your indifference. I was left with the stain, faded but never erased.
Floating through the wound…a trespasser, unwelcome, undesired, unwanted, unloved.
Every single day, since the beginning of the human race, that same simple crime has been, and is being committed. Seemingly with impunity.
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Terrific. Your imagery here is superb as is the depth of meaning in this poem.
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Thank you my friend, you’ve brought a glorious ray of sunshine into my evening with your words 🙂
Ps: Quite a feat, sunshine into a dark night 😉
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Talk about the jugular? You just gave me an Italian neck-tie! Alas, I suffer with you my dear lady. Well written and eerily familiar.
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I can only apologise, as you did earlier 😛
Evil Twins born and bred
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Deep, raw, and powerful evocation of a familiar feeling. Hugs, MW ❤
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How sad that people relate to…this.
Thank you for your thoughts, and mine are flying to you as I type ❤
Hugs – Nathalie
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It is sad, so many people are hurt and hurting in this world. May we hold each in healing… MW
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you my lovely 🙂
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“Mountains climbed, peaks conquered, flag floating – nothing made a dent in your indifference. I was left with the stain, faded but never erased.”
This is such a stark and powerful expression of pain.
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Thank you, pain is something I probably write too much about but…you write about what you know, mainly. Plus, it’s cathartic 🙂
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I think that well articulated pain is n important contribution. Very often people don’t have the words they need to express the experience of pain…this is when the function of the artist becomes clear…thank you for your work.
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You are so right. I have found myself so many times, say… reading somebody’s words or looking at a painting, and thinking: “this is *exactly* how I feel. It’s a fantastic thing to see your emotions laid out on a page or a canvas, etc…it’s very cathartic.
Thank you!
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That’s exactly what I thought when I read your poem. “This is exactly how I feel.” Thank you for your comment and for writing.
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People relate to it because pain is something we all have in common. What is uncommon is that someone can express it in a beautiful meaningful way. 👍😙😙😙😙🌹🌹
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Oh Natascha, what a lovely thing to say!
Thank you so much, you made me blush 😉 ❤
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Thank YOU for sharing a little bit of your lovely self with us 😙😙😙😙🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Dear Anaïs, that’s anguished but intimate. A warm hug!
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Thank you! And hugs to you too 🙂
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I love your site and your writing is incredibly beautiful. So I challenge you! Here are the details: https://jennifercalvertwriter.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/marigold-a-quote-and-bonus-poem-challenge-day-1/
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Thank you Jennifer, that is such a sweet thing to say. I don’t do awards but I do occasionally do challenges…the problem is that I’m swamped with them and there’s not enough hours in the day…so a lot of them I end up forgetting about and they never get done. I will try to do this one, not straight away as I’m kinda busy atm but I will really try to get to it.
Thank you again for thinking of me, I think you’re an awesome writer as well (and I’m not just saying that) 😉
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That’s totally fine! I get it!! There isn’t enough time in the day! Thank you so much, that really means a lot coming from you! 💕
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Super !
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Thank you!
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Nathalie, thank you for sharing this with me. My connection to you is now even more beautiful. And your poem is powerful and poignant as any and deserves praise as a master piece. Hugs and Love 🙏❤️
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