I feel the calming
Meant to quiet me
But I cannot be tame
I know the intent
Is for my own good
I’m just not the same
I see their fingers
Pointed straight at me
Still I reject their blame
I hear those whispering
Hushed behind my back
And hand them back their shame
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October 25, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Tumblewords
Excellent!
October 25, 2009 at 9:03 pm
oracleofthepearl
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Groovy
I said…Wild thing
Wild thing
I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
C’mon, hold me tight
I love you
October 26, 2009 at 2:42 am
Jennifer Hicks
I like the idea of handing back shame. It doesn’t have to live in us…
Well done!
October 26, 2009 at 4:10 am
oracleofthepearl
I like the idea of handing back shame. It doesn’t have to live in us…
I so, so agree. Wish I’d of said so.
October 26, 2009 at 7:02 am
floreta
those whispers are always so uncomfortable :T
October 26, 2009 at 5:17 pm
Dee
especially loved that last stanza 🙂
http://www.delenemartin.com/?p=1350
October 27, 2009 at 5:32 am
old egg
I love it when I find a piece of poetry that touches the heart so beautifully as this does. Thank you so much.
October 28, 2009 at 9:55 pm
cordie`B
Love it! …”I like the idea of handing back shame. It doesn’t have to live in us…” Ditto!
Another heartfelt poem, Miss D. Thanks for sharing!!
October 30, 2009 at 3:04 pm
Cindy Hanson
what is this ‘shame’??? Powerful poetry, I like it, thought provoking!!!
October 30, 2009 at 5:53 pm
cherokeebydesign
Awesome.
“I can not be tame”
sounds like me.
Raven
http://cherokeebydesign.wordpress.com/
November 22, 2009 at 11:59 pm
skycladaxiom
That is real, real, good! Very nice.