You Cut Off My Digits And I Can No Longer PlayA Poem by MelobldnfrMeeting of Minds
01/15/18
To meet you in your perceptual reality… To be able to shed light into your darkness… while my perceptual reality has been difficult enough… And yours is even more scary… Can I tread there?... And if so, make things grow?... I see the many ways it could and likely would go... as I put myself in your war and you perceive me as foe rather than friend...foe not being the one to hold the gun, though you have that enemy too; foe not even being the one who raped and molested you, as you have that experience also - but the one(s) who created the parallel reality for you...the one(s) who looked on and seemed to see nothing wrong/saw something wrong, overlooked and/or pretended everything was alright. Who more than pretended everything was alright, but actually shoved it down your throat. This is the enemy you see when you look at me. You take me as not validating your reality. Which reality? I am the one validating the truth behind your words, actions, and reactions. You have slipped into the role of your own invalidator. You now tell yourself everything is alright, and how dare I come along and show you yourself again? (When you've done just fine denying that self for so long!) That self can be intimate, acknowledge need, and acknowledge the legitimate beyond tangible needs of others. Suffering alone has seemed so much more ideal - that you've come to metaphorically cut off my fingers for reaching for you.I reach for the you behind the you. You don't believe that I see, sense, or feel you. When in reality, I see, sense, feel both of these you(s). © 2018 MelobldnfrAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 15, 2018 Last Updated on January 15, 2018 AuthorMelobldnfrWichita, KSAboutI am always writing, but have not joined a writers' group since The Belle Haven when it was in existence. I loved it and really miss it. So when this site was recommended to me, I couldn't resist. .. more..Writing
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