I have a bag made of
burlap
Rough and stronng to last a
long lifetime.
No one can see it,
But it was given to mee one under the stars before
I was three.
It hides from veiw all the bad that is me.
Along the way I packed it full of all bad me so that
after awhile even I could not see.
Don’t be angry,selfish,lazy or unkind
so in my bag went these
bad things that were me.
If you nothing nice to say,
say nothing.
Speak only the" truth"
So in myy bag I packed my voice.
Little pictures have big ears
Too many things that you shouldn't hear.
About the neighbor recently divorced now
"Mysteriously" dead,
The uncle's latest drunken rage.
And women who bleed
And men who love the night,
putting their hands where they ought not to be, whispering words into tiny ears
So into my burlap bag i packked mmy ears.
There are many things that are good to see,
like flowers in bloom or the gently rolling sea
But even more numerous are things better left out of site
Such as knock down drag out fights in the night
And bruises on faces arms and legs
And women who bleed.
So in my bag i packed my eyes
And now there is nothing to see or hear or say.
Except all the standard clices
All those who see and think they know the real me
See onlyy the shell of a woman who silently bleeds
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Packing my bag
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1 comment:
I really wish my stupid smart phone would stop trying to spell for me!!
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