I washed my hands from things I couldn't control,
and love was my first ache.
Prison and death would be home without control.
So all these words still can't tame a lion
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Author:
Samuel Potsane (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We want to love, but love demands that we surrender our control and surrendering our control means we are going to get hurt.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Love is a two edged sword and pain is part of the process where emotions cut both ways. A lovely write and a fave
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
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