Wound me with your words
Blind me with your glare
Burn me with your tone
Break me with your dares
I will not shed your blood
I will not cry your tears
I will not bare your scars
I will not face your fears
Hurt me all you want
If it satiates your hunger
Just know it won’t last
You’ll soon begin to wonder
Why you still hear the voices
And you still feel the stares
And you still let them cut you
And after all, you still care
The truth is, you’re never free
This much I’ve learned
To be rid of hatred
Is something that is earned
Not through fury or fight
Or silly little games
Or abuse of power
Or condescending names
But through courage and voice
And offerings of peace
Forgiveness and grace
Acceptance and release
Wound me with your words
Blind me with your glare
Burn me with your tone
Your burdens I won’t bare
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SheWasTheSun (
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Comments1
I can interpret this several ways. It could represent looking in a mirror and talking to our other half, the self deprecating abuser who cuts.. Or some one who is tired of the treatment they have received and saying "look, you are the one with the problem, I'm out of here." Anyway it caught my attention and was enjoyable.
I love that you interpreted it differently! Personally I wrote it from the second point of view you mentioned, but I definitely see how you got the first one! That's one thing I love about poetry, it can mean so many different things to people. thanks for reading!.:)
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