Old Places
Jan 12, 2008 in Poetry
What word or thought comes not from an old place?
Do we always view each other through the shades of the past?
Does a phrase trigger a memory, a slight, a slander
that makes us recoil not from the present but from old pain?
It all seems like quicksand,
but are we ever truly be free or safe from such wounds?
Perhaps in freeing each other,
we free ourselves.
But then stand in our own vulnerability,
unguarded as we were the first time the daggers hit.
And the first tears were shed.
