Open Poetry #17 |
A Lesson Learnt. |
Ven Member
since 2001-10-01
Posts 102U.K. |
A lesson learnt. The precious gift you gave me, Lies broken on the floor Fragmented by my anger, as i screamed and stamped and swore. I watched it in slow motion, go hurtling through the air, you said it narrowly missed your head, I said, I didnt care. Yet now I've calmed, I sit here, In sorrow and dismay and I gather up the pieces, from the carpet where they lay. and place them in a prominent place, upon the sitting room shelf. As a reminder that in hurting you, I aslo hurt myself. So the precious gift you gave me, although no longer intact, Is more special because it reminds me, To think ... before I act. by Ven. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very true, and well done! I could stand to think before I act too. God bless America, my home sweet home. |
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Ven Member
since 2001-10-01
Posts 102U.K. |
lol. Thanks, couldn't we all. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
At least you learned a positive lesson. Maybe you should leave those broken pieces right where they are, visible to all. It just might be a good anger management training technique. |
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