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Lessons Learned From Cradle to Grave
by Genevieve Sturrockin a life
long
series
of hurts,
and ties
severed long before
being ready to let go,
this last
cuts the
deepest.
and i fall,
mortally
wounded.
eyes, wide
in shocked
surprise, stare
at hands, cold
and nerveless as
the knife slips
to the floor. I
do not recall
having taken
it from
you. 08/23/2008
Author's Note: a child takes to heart everything you tell them. be cautious what you say in anger, for seeds sown with such passion flourish in unexpected ways. self hatred is more destructive than any other kind of abuse.
Posted on 08/24/2008
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/25/08 at 04:02 PM Very cool, how the poem itself is shaped like a dagger. I understand this, am living it out with my oldest boy in our efforts to heal our relationship for the sake of his son's birth. Tongues can be weilded as weapons more powerful than almost anything that could be done physically. The tongue really does control the direction of the journey. My own has taken me to some very sad destinations. Blessings to you. We can only grow in love as we have these realizations... |
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