Terminal Grace
November 17, 2011
Someone once said they loved me
but I can’t be precise
about the identity
of so many
palms up, eyes pleading
Please believe
paper heart pinned to his sleeve
beseeching my acceptance
to fall for romantic illusion
their names and faces merge into a dirty smear
on my clean white sheet of needy gullibility
these givers of everlasting, soul consuming adoration
It may have been the fifth
or was it the sixth
that painted the indelible
cynical
smirk
in permanent painful
broken hearted marker
on my inside face
the personal one that can see through the sham
with terminal grace
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I wanted to comment on Peg. I’ve read it three, four times and love it more each one. But then this one is just as evocative and the line ‘paper heart pinned…’ is just gorgeous. Hello, lovely. I’m sending a smile your way.
First, thank you Kiersty. Second, Where the HELL have you been hiding?
Good to see you too sweetie. hugs
yup I know that feeling.
It’s a rather terrible feeling heartofbella, but survivable.
I want to hear you read this one.
This is a great great poem.
Thank you E! Just for you, I will podcast it this weekend.
Ugh, Val. This one leaves me feeling used, dirty and so, so ashamed or embarrassed at MYSELF for allowing this to happen! I think this is one brilliant write.
I’ve been down this road too many times in my life and for me this is emotional using or ‘sponging.’ I am however past all this once and for all and embracing my own good company now. I’ll leave romance behind and concentrate on my soul now and my daughter’s well being. It’s a good place to be, contented.
really powerful Val and sums up a life too.
I made it through today.Email you tomorrow
You sound happier J
As for this poem, I’m on my way to thinking of things with gravity, like cancer, old age (if I’m lucky) and death and what I’ll leave behind when I go. My goal is to be remembered for my kindness and my love toward others everything else is bullshit.