Torn

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

An interesting analysis Cliffy.

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

I think somehow it is easier to listen to strangers about such things, and talk to strangers about them. The expectation, the dependence, just isn't the same. If my husband were to read what I'd written here, it would make him too sad to discuss it with me, because it would be wrapped up with his experience, his world, his pains, and his perception of me. He'd feel the need to 'solve' it, to heal the imaginary, the intangible, and that is simply too much. You are unencumbered by any impression of who I am, who I should be, unburdened by any need to heal what I show. I think it's why we will readily seek out poetry, for example, written by famous authors, while not wanting to delve into the poetry of those we know.

Quote: Originally Posted by shadowshiv

You should create a book of poetry, Karrie. I imagine that it would sell very well.

Quote: Originally Posted by gerryh

completely agree with shadow.

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

I lie in bed and can feel it
More clearly than anything else in the world
The line down my chest
Where I've been torn open

It screams in my mind
Red bloodied and vivid
Angry harsh and chaotic
Pulsing with pain and anger

Where I've been torn open
Examined and ridiculed
My contents pored over
Ultimately dismissed and discarded

My stomach replaced with ice
My heart a cold and angry stone
My mind a tangled mess of pain
All stitched back together with what remains of a soul

I can see it, this wound
I can feel it daily
It oozes and weeps, dirties me
How can no one else see it?

Where I've been torn open
Children have rested their tired heads
Lovers have placed their hands
And I fear their realization every time

That they'll finally see
A fraud, a shell, a mere puppet
Strings of habit making me dance
And move through the world

As if I'd never been torn open.

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

Tapestry

You sigh and stare into me
Whisper what you wish I would be
This patchwork soul
Stitched together with uncertainty

Clumsy fingers untangling
Chaotic thread
I try to piece together
What I think is in your head

But no one can recreate
Images from another's dreams
It all unravels again
Accusations, tears, and screams

I lie on the floor imagining
The cuts to make, pieces to measure
To change this tattered tapestry
Into something someone will treasure

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

Aw, you're sweet shadow

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

He's being sweet, you're just flirting

Quote: Originally Posted by karrie

He's being sweet, you're just flirting