You Make Me Make You
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 The Book of Possibilities |
You want me as your disease
When I could be part of the cure
You shall not change your mind
Although I am surely new information
A fresh approach
One who loves you, different from your past
But you are set in your ways
And part of that way
Is to see only the loneliness of the road
The vanity of its travellers
The way your childhood sensitivity could be used against you
To draw you under shark-filled waters
To draw your blood from a thousand cuts
To bleed you white then leave you
Floating in a pool of your own gore
You do not wish to change your mind – about me
Or about anything
That stubborn will has made you safe
And calcified, like the semblance of trees
In a petrified wood
It is not weak to change your opinion
It is the sign of someone that lives
Instead of someone that feels that the past is the only safe place
A haven from the turn of the massive Wheel
That spins the world from age to age
From year to year
Once I too lived in the past
In the anxious terror of my own staid thoughts
So I do not criticize
I merely hope
You could someday throw away your certainty that the world will eat you up
And see it through my gentler eyes
A POEM by Jen Frankel. Use the search engine at the top to learn more about Frankel. OR CLICK HERE and read her BIO!
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