Open Poetry #45 |
Self Preservation |
MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
To keep from being needy, I've grown thorns To keep from clutching at the first glimmer, dream, or illusion of love, I've cut off my hands Surely my arms are poison to have driven so many away So to undo their hideous draw, I have sown them closed No one can hurt where they can not be No one can hurt where they are not invited No one will tear up the soil and salt the earth To guard my heart, preserve my mind, and protect my soul, I've removed myself But in my quest for security, peace and for safety All I am, is alone If I don't say it...who will? |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
No one can hurt where they can not be No one can hurt where they are not invited Tea party at my place, you're invited. Feel better. Great poem. I love my dog, and my truck. It's that simple, really. |
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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa |
Yeah, tea party! Things are lookin up already. Thanks for reading. If I don't say it...who will? |
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