A little bit about the pains that are a necessary in living an open life.
splinters
fingers and palms and soles
and the occasional knee
taking in deadwood bits
memories and the disease
left behind by the last touch
of someone who never thought
you'd get caught in the slivers
that slide under the skin
and begin
to make you remember
something more native
that intellectualization
and the pretty words
that the splinters slipped between
to penetrate.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Monday, June 09, 2008
splinters
Labels: 2008 2 observations
2 observations:
It's tricky to comment on what could be such a personal post.
But the pain of the metaphor of splinters, we can all relate to. The torment of the ended relationship comes through as clear as a cloudless day.
My heart aches a little thinking of loss and the suffering that ensued. I also felt like the other had no idea of what they left behind- the tatters of a broken heart.
Hearts, like flesh, heal...and if we are lucky, we take some small fragment of what was, or at least what was imagined, buried within, to make us more than we were the day before the the pain.
We all suffer loss, we all know pain, there is an ennobling aspect to it, if we allow it. It can make us bent or unbend us, depending on our willingness to embrace it.
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