I have been put through the shredder and my entrails
have stained many a heart before. I have been ground fine in time and now get
tossed in beautiful looking hourglasses. I have been beaten hollow as a drum,
and I am highly strung. The shrillness of my voice; you would not have heard
before.
I have been battered by the blue waves and have surrendered
my pride years ago; I have no rocky edges no wedges and no space for your
little hands to hold on to. I sustain no life anymore. Wonder what you see in me!
Rajesh,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments about President Obama. I have come to your BLOG... delighted with your good spirit, keen mind, and fine writing. I am glad to find your poems... and to find you. Having lived for several years in Southeast Asia, and having gone back to Asia as often as I can manage it, I feel already as if we have been friends for many years. I will check back regularly.
Jerral
I see beauty of the survivor. Be well WH
ReplyDeleteI think this is another wonderful piece of writing. I particularly liked...
ReplyDelete"I have been beaten hollow as a drum".
Thank you very much for your visits to my blog, they are much appreciated.