It takes courage beyond bounds to persevere in that battlefield. Most give up. Your love is selfless and deep. This is so profoundly touching, my friend.
'...brave enough
to love you
through the shrapnel
of my former
pain...'
Can something be spoken more beautifully than this.. only you can write this, J
- mou
What a great metaphor here. "Love is a battlefield" comes to mind. New love can erase the pain of former heartbreak, but in keeping with song titles, "The first cut is the deepest." Lydi**
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
You know I love references to songs.
thank you, Lydi,
j.
This is a great way to describe how it is when letting go of previously inflicted pain from heartbreak to let yourself open up to love again. It can be a battle that takes us time and courage to feel those emotions for someone
I think about Gaza often. Not to the point of protesting in some college encampment (notice the word encampment was once the pejorative "sit in") but just doing my casual "thinking" which takes most of my strength on most days. I wonder whether in the fight for survival, do feelings of love still matter? Can a young man find a girl amongst the rubble and with a bleeding fist take her hand? Of course I am expounding on the metaphor you so masterfully laid before us my friend but I couldn't help it. love this/ dana.
Posted 7 Months Ago
7 Months Ago
I always wondered when or if there could be protests again like the sixties...
but protests w.. read moreI always wondered when or if there could be protests again like the sixties...
but protests within the protests...and so much hate to go around.
I think I liked the cause better in the old days...one for all and all for one...not this hateful stuff going on now.
thank you for your words, dana,
j.
Former pain can definitely stifle further growth. But sometimes the self is stronger than the pain, enabling one to find a place of peace and love. I hope that is true for you!
Another fabulous extended metaphor. It takes courage after a relationship has died on the battlefield to contemplate another. It takes time for the wounds to heal. Often they don’t. The scars remain and still bleed. It takes bravery to go there and yet we do. I did. I never thought I would give up on finding love. I knew it was out there and I was right. Beautiful poem j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..