I have written
all of it
the pieces battered and bruised
from every time on the floor
rocking in the corner
Did you read the chapter
where I rose victorious
out of order because I want you to see it
out of place
I don’t know
what
her name is now
Hate was first
crushing soul defeat
grief kneaded with blood
but when forgiveness came in
there was hope
like miracles
like music
They were wrong
so wrong about love
not being enough
maybe they were never loved like that
(I wasn’t
for ever so long)
convinced
that
hate was bigger
But I was wrong
love
with the strength of millions
dealt a death blow
to fear
(and carelessness
and loathing)
All told
the scraps innumerable
in the thousands
sewn together one by one
with miles of unbreakable cord
I loved how you have captured the nakedness of feelings, the swelling clouds of anger and hatred that wrench the guts and stay put, the mellowing and forgiveness that follow in the aftermath.
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Thank you Uma, that was written after a gut-wrenching time. I appreciate you reading and your lovely comments
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This is so Gorgeous!!!!
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Thank you!
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I feel the power of hope that can rise from ashes of anger. Beautiful.
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Indeed you are right, there is lots of hope there. Thank you Ina
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So powerfully expressed – Uma has nailed it again
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He does have a way with words, doesn’t he?
Thank you, Derrick
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He does, indeed – and so insightful
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This is delightful.
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Thank you very much
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