I've Been
Mocked and ridiculed
(deservedly sometimes)
Rejected and abandoned
(reasons varied)
Scorned and praised
(not always rightfully)
Honored and despised
(ditto)
Spit on
(twice)
Pissed and shit on
(mostly figuratively)
Kicked, punched and bit
(no reason for that)
Struck by cars
(got scars)
Tested
(passed usually)
Assessed
(results pending)
Judged
(found wanting)
Penalized
(fairly?)
And if that
Were all there was
To life
Well,
The Hell
With blood and tears
But,
I’ve been:
Befriended
(mysterious process that)
Caressed and kissed
(nothing’s sweeter)
Loved and cherished
(beyond all reason)
Blessed
(deservedly sometimes)
Rejected and abandoned
(reasons varied)
Scorned and praised
(not always rightfully)
Honored and despised
(ditto)
Spit on
(twice)
Pissed and shit on
(mostly figuratively)
Kicked, punched and bit
(no reason for that)
Struck by cars
(got scars)
Tested
(passed usually)
Assessed
(results pending)
Judged
(found wanting)
Penalized
(fairly?)
And if that
Were all there was
To life
Well,
The Hell
With blood and tears
But,
I’ve been:
Befriended
(mysterious process that)
Caressed and kissed
(nothing’s sweeter)
Loved and cherished
(beyond all reason)
Blessed
* * *
posted by Jonas | 4/29/2011 11:58:00 PM
8 Comments:
I see - hear? - a hopeful turn in the words, yet the face looks so forlorn. Come to think about it, that goes well with the the piece. You could have called it "Contradiction."
but today you were being honored!
http://eleanorjjackson.wordpress.com/2011/04/29/running-bared/
Written economically, with elegance even -- but can't you find an equal number of descriptives on the positive side? Does our language tilt toward the negative?
That last bit needs to be in a much larger font than the rest... because it's the part that really counts! You are also admired and often read. And hugged... because everyone deserves lots of hugs.
Lovely Jonas, just lovely.
Me too....
Jonas, I've the same melancholy shade to my skin. It's always there, through sun kiss or palor. And all these things you've been are stones we mortar together into the monument of our lives. The good, the bad, the indecent. I wonder how we could ever be humble without being spat on? Bring on the spit. I've no use for ego, though at times it has me grasped. Blessed. Yesiree! You've turned out very special. And I for one am blessed to know you!
You're not the first to mention I tend to look forlorn, Patti. I've even commented on that in years past. I believe my face displays the ravages of the body, mind and soul. BUT, having said that...I do smile...even laugh...often.
Oh, Eleanor! I doubt I deserve to be so hono(u)red. Even so, I'm truly touched.
I'm not sure which way our language tilts, June, but I do know this: I allow my emotions to find their words. I fear that if I opted to have my mind do the choosing, I'd simply be offering artifice.
Thank you, Ponita. I'm not sure I would actually bold "blessed" but...even a small blessing is still a blessing.
Thank you, Lilith.
Yeah, I kinda get that from you, Maria. I know you've been blessed, too.
You and I are kindred spirits, Annie. We look at Life much the same. Methinks, though, that you give more than I gave.
And I sure as Hell still haven't been humbled enough...
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