Blame and Forgiveness
You say, you don’t know how
I agree
The subject is difficult
Who is to blame
If it is you
Step forward
If it is me
Point with your finger
Still I am not sure…
Was it all a joke
Or just someone out of sorts
Words thrown to the ground
Bounced like a rubber ball
“Back at you”
Screamed silently
I thought if I said nothing
It would all be OK
Now, it has been four years
Since the scene
No one is quite sure
The words thrown that day
Are old and rotten
As the day they were said
At the top of your lungs
The love it there
But why would you say such things?
Somethings cannot be sorted out
But remain in a tangle
Lost in the bottom of a heart
Still wounded
Still smarts
Still broken
February 26, 2029
16 comments:
It is so very hard to get around being hurt. It always lies in wait for another misspoken word, or judgmental stare - so it can again rear it’s head and draw breath. One party may be at fault to start a conflict - but both parties become at fault to prolong a conflict. The dynamics ar3 thought to sort Annell.
Nice lines: "The words thrown that day
Are old and rotten" Some things stay tangled for a long time.
Yes. Words, once said, cannot be unsaid. They can cause hearts to break. You have expressed this so well.
Words said carelessly and in anger can hurt so we must be careful of the words we say. I also like the part quoted by Frank above.
The words become old and rotten.. but everything else remains.. sadly.
Wow that hit hard.
This is so familiar to me, Annell, that it hurt to read your poem, which reminds me so much of the (non-)situation with my youngest sister, although the words she bounced like a rubber ball were in a letter – I haven’t seen her face to face for over five years. I’m not sure how or why and I feel the words in your final stanza.
Words can be so much more hurtful, and they seem to run the pathways of our memories forever. Very well done.
without clarification we continue to assume and hurt
Oh this hits right in the gut! Powerful!
Oh, your words speak of the hurt which is the only thing that remains after a while. Such an emotive poem, Annell!
Words, they have such power. There are so many that have bruised. I am learning I must do better with mine.
Verbal arrows leave wounds that linger long, and continue to echo in the corners of our brain, returning to wound yet again. I'm sorry for your pain.
I can truly relate to this. Once that silence sets in, it's hard to break it and find forgiveness.
a careful plot of well woven story,
great energy.
The words take on a life of their own. Gone, but not forgotten.
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