Unequally Broken Yoke

I push, you pull ... never a harvest in this field.

I held this so long
These words to myself
If they hurt you I’m sorry

My mentor asks
Just how many can you keep safe?
Including yourself?

I step over my words
And onto the reaction
Gauging what I release

Was I always this way?
What came first?
You know the popular cliché

It’s been so long
In this broken yoke
Unequal plowing the field

I push, You pull
You push, I pull
Never a harvest in this field

I painted you an abuser
Too harsh a word I know
I fully admit, it was my fault
A classic victim plea
But I allowed it and accepted it
Hell, it may have started with me

It was the familiar we needed sorted out
And turned up those screaming buttons
Onto a slow boil we were burning
And forgot that we should jump

I’ve since learned to release this
The accusation damaging in itself
You are not an abuser
You never wanted to hurt me
Perhaps taught to confuse love with hate

I’m standing on new legs now taking responsibility
It is I who is the abuser that let you in
And only I who can set you free


Little Mouse
November 4, 2007
 

Reviews

[M Lamont]

Such insite here. I love seeing the things we talk about manifest themselves into something beautiful like this. And I am sure it does wonders to get it out. My favorite -

It's been so long
In this broken yoke
Unequal plowing the field

I push, You pull
You push, I pull
Never a harvest in this field

Great image!

[Celtic Cat]

Yes, exactly. We call our demons to us, always. We must, we're here to learn, and only we know how we're gonna learn it. This reminds me of someone I know. This piece is so excellenty written. It illumes forth with necessity, honesty and utter release. I am in two similar processes at this moment, one cleaning out the old, and one trying to salvage the new. I met my current man and we walked hand in hand towards the bottom. We're coming back up now, but it's always a slower climb back up than it is a slide down into it in the first place. It's ok to call your lesson, especially when you learn it, so you won't need to repeat it until you choke on it. Still, I pray for God to dance between you, because that's the kind of girl I am.

This is my absolute favorite part, I think it's more universal than we know:

I step over my words
And onto the reaction
Gauging what I release

Love this:
It's been so long
In this broken yoke
Unequal plowing the field

I push, You pull
You push, I pull
Never a harvest in this field

Beautiful piece, may it stay locked on the screen now, and left behind. Perhaps even burned, if on paper. But, that's just me again! lol
Love you, LM, I'm glad to see you're taking care of you.

[Rion]

Ba haha, lol, that's awesome. It's not as direct now, it makes it a heap better ;)

[JadedKimber]

Wow, that is profoundly affective. I can completely relate to the feelings here as well... This is very intense...I love it :) Sometimes cliches are neccessary...;)

[Rion]

Wow, good poem.
Flows fairly well, good use of words, though the chicken and the egg thing is a bit cliche.
Keep up the good work.
Rion