Relationships are broken things:
broken gently by the found-out
little white lies
broken brutally by the
Big Red ones, too
broken by fear for, and
broken also by fear of
broken by outsiders – friends
and family – some who
meant well but just didn’t
know any better
some who meant harm and
knew damn well
broken by circumstance
by distance
by shame
by difference of faith
of opinion
of strength
and then, every day,
sometimes several times a day,
they are put back together
sometimes lovingly
sometimes fearfully
sometimes forcefully
into the broken, one-of-a-kind shape we call Us.
5/04/13
I believe that in the end we may only really have our solitary selves, but it is the relationships, broken, mended and lost that make the whole damn farce worthwhile. a fine and thoughtful bit of writing…while you may have been away from the keyboard for awhile you have clearly been working on the stuff that makes writing so important.
ron
oh, this is a bit old…wish i could say i’d written anything of consequence in the last two months, but alas it ain’t true! but thanking you just the same…poetry doesn’t flow out of me like it does from you, but every once in a while…
thanks for reading me.