…And sometimes
I feel grateful, powerful
In knowing that I pitied someone
Knowing, I have the luxury to do so
Instead of loving them
Pity has its boundaries defined
Unlike my love
….And they can hardly tell
The difference, most days
They never stop to care enough.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2025 04:49
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A lovely thought and so well expressed in poem. Pity robs the receiver of power while love empowers
That’s what I have been thinking, thanks for stopping by and reflecting…
A lovely write and message more love and less pity, enjoyed the read
Glad you like it!
You are very welcome
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