…
We are not so much
scarred, as scared
holding breath
for truth untold.
We are not so much
battered as bartered
pilfered for things
we cannot hold.
We are not so much
shattered as scattered
bent by words
our hearts won’t say.
We are not so much
heard, as held
by things we cannot
wish away.
Then dawns
a day
we understand
……we are not so much.
…
Oh, I like this one, De. Very nice wording. And that last line….yep.
“We are not so much battered as bartered.” Wow. That is profound, spiritually speaking. We can cling to everything that has hurt us and place blame on outside forces, or we can realize that we’ve sold ourselves to the devil by wallowing in misery and self-pity. There is such beauty in this: “not so much heard, as held.” Sometimes words are overrated.
How on earth did I miss what you did there?! I clearly did not have my thinking cap on. I understood the meaning of the last line, but I missed the repetition somehow. So sorry! That was insanely brilliant.
Awwww. Thanks, chica.
This is simply Beautiful! And so very deep.
The last thought here is kind of a kerplunk, and –after a second read– I pictured a toad plopping into the water and swimming away from all the useless ruminations that frighten, pilfer, scatter, and trap. Hurrah for letting go!
Favorite!
hmmm, making me work my brain on this one–love the flowing words and how you juxtaposed similar sounds with very different meanings.
Play on words and wisdom to boot! Wonderful, De.