She's Afraid
Methinks she’s afraid
That’s why she’s quick
To find flaws in others.
Bet she’s been kicked around a good bit
So much so, in fact,
She’d rather throw the first punch.
Bet she loved too hard
And lost too much.
Yeah
Methinks I get it.
Been that way myself.
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That’s why she’s quick
To find flaws in others.
Bet she’s been kicked around a good bit
So much so, in fact,
She’d rather throw the first punch.
Bet she loved too hard
And lost too much.
Yeah
Methinks I get it.
Been that way myself.
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posted by Jonas | 2/08/2011 12:39:00 AM
9 Comments:
Sometimes your words come to me at spookily prescient times; like a star sign, or a tarot reading, I try not to find too much meaning for good sense.
Thanks for still writing.
Powerful post, Jonas.
Nodding....yup been there myself, too. It's hard to present oneself as vulnerable when it's been practically beaten out of you.
But, and it's the big but, the courage to trust can, for the lucky ones, be a life-changing investment in the future.
Ah, my Poet Princess...I don't know if this message will find it's way to you, but I figger it's worth the try.
I've been remiss...abjectly remiss...in keeping up with your blogs. The fault is all mine and I'm much the poorer for that. Let's just say that I'm "unreliable."
The Mea Culpa's are heartfelt. So is my desire to send along a bit o' May Swenson to you. Yes, I know. I've promised that many a time. Epic fail. But hope springs eternal, no? Let's try this again.
Send me your address and I'll have some wondrous poetry mailed to you.
It's the least I can do for a tender soul.
Not surprised you "get it", Fiona. Not surprised, either, that you can write about the "courage to trust."
Courage is a most precious commodity. You've been blessed.
I wish all were likewise rich.
Apparently you've met me Jonas, you know me quite well:)
Thanks for the reminder to pull back my claws.
It's a compassionate viewpoint, and rightly seen. I was thinking yesterday about leaking toxic waste out of my cracks. I didn't really put together that those cracks were perpetrated, as I am always quick to point all blame inward. I think there is value in taking responsibility for your own shit, but I often forget there is value in knowing how it got there. As I've said before...come face to face with a darkness I thought could never find me, compassion is the new putty.
Wonderful poem -- and you post the mos perfect pictures -- this picture tears at the heart as much as the poem.
the way this piece of your soul resonates with my own experience in life is incredible. I cant praise you enough my friend. Perfect.
You're not alone, Lilith, you're human. Lots of us trying to find a clear path.
Oh, I do so love this, Annie: "compassion is the new putty."
We live in an amazing age, June, when images and words and music are ripe for the picking by the starving.
Thank you, Joe. You are most kind.
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