Have you made accommodation
for gradual hurt?
Are there places
you no longer frequent
in your own mind?
Places that are too treacherous,
too raw, too honest...
Have civility and formality
calcified your best intentions
into a cage you can no longer escape?
Has it become too dangerous
to even think
of escape?
This is for G-man's FF55. Go there to read other 55 word long pieces, and feel free to add your own.
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May it never be so.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm. So many questions. The hardest: the first. The gradual hurt, the one that sneaks up on you in the dead of night and gnaws on you in quiet moments. I always like what you write, Mary.
ReplyDeleteI prefer to think that, rather than closing off those dark rooms in my mind, I've remodeled them - given them a mental home makeover, so they're better than before.
ReplyDeleteCan you teach me how to do that???
DeleteGreat, thought-provoking questions. Loved this:
ReplyDeleteAre there places
you no longer frequent
in your own mind?
Exquisite!
Great writing! Sometimes I have to control my mind when it wanders...
ReplyDeleteThis got me thinking!
ReplyDeleteI put some wallpaper up of nice pretty unicorns and that scares them away. What? too girlie? haha
ReplyDeletemm nicely done...and def sometimes i have to stop myself thinking about some things...for they are better left alone...
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone...I've left comments on all your 55's, and now I'm heading out of town for the weekend. I'll read and comment on any the rest when I get back. You know what G-man says about weekends ;-)
ReplyDeleteIs hurt ever "gradual". This is a good poem, cal, on the surfacem but hinting at inner turmoil.
ReplyDeleteIt sure is Doc - and it's usually the hurt we are doing to ourselves - the insidious kind we're too scared to acknowledge.
DeleteHere endeth the first lesson from Caddoc the Wise!
(Sorry for chipping in, Mary!)
Hmm. And where should I send the check for this healing advice? :)
DeleteMary Bach...
ReplyDeleteYou scare me sometimes.
Such thoughts of impending doom.
Loved your ominous 55 My Dear
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Sometimes some old memories are best left un visited.
ReplyDeleteVery nice 55 Mary.
Don't pick at that scab that is still healing over.
ReplyDeletewow, way to ask the most searching of questions with the most subtle of language.
ReplyDeleteloved it.
thanks for sharing
martine
Great bit of thinking expressed to perfection.
ReplyDeleteemotionally authentic... questions that cannot be answered but that is one of the duties of good poetry, no? Love this one, sis. Thanks for dropping by my new place, I'll be posting as normal now xx
ReplyDeleteGood work.
ReplyDeleteGreat 55, Mary! I am one who believe that with WISDOM, comes the strength to let go of attachments and thus begins the healing but that is just me.I am a very forgiving and patient person and I think I have learn to love myself enough not to know I do not need to let others hurt me.It is still hard but again, that is when self isolation prevails. I really like this piece, Mary. You are such an awesome writer, such a thinker. Very cool!
ReplyDeleteMine is here
Have you a TRULY BLESSED SUNDAY and a WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!!!
hugs
shakira
I love this.. Your poetry is so beautiful. Thank you for the comments on mine and becoming a follower.. I'm your follower as well. I just don't get around to everyone like I should.. I'm looking forward to your wonderful posts..Susie
ReplyDeleteIt's so tragically sad!
ReplyDeleteYour last three lines are especially haunting. It's a great poem.
ReplyDeleteSome things are better forgotten....
ReplyDeleteSorry I didn't catch your comment sooner Ayala.
Deleteemotiona 55... authentic, raw
ReplyDeleteThanks Brother. Sorry I missed this comment earlier.
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