Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Outside the door















Ancient history, I thought,
what's done is done --
on to new things and a fresh start.

But, it shadowed me
lurked in dark corners.
Peered, with bloodshot eyes into
conversations sprinkled with
insinuations.

I realized, after a time,
that hurt cannot stay outside the door.
It must come in,
sit down,
and acquaint itself

… with grace.

Lesley-Anne Evans
2009

3 comments:

  1. I love the entire second stanza. The poem reminds me of a series of runes I pulled after my massage in Whitby last week. Acceptance, Courage and Trust. Oh how need for acceptance and the need to accept have dogged me all my life.

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  2. Sounds a wonderful proposition!

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    1. Thank you for dropping by here David. If you want to come by my newer blog, it's at www.buddybreathing.wordpress.com, as I don't post here anymore. Thanks.
      Lesley-Anne

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