Sunday, January 25, 2009

Hole

Hole in the heart.
Every day.
Longing and letting go.
Surrender.
Everyday surrender.

Fill a heart hole?
No.
Let it be.
There.
Working.
Changing me.
Creating compassion.
Highlighting fellow sufferers.
Drive on hole. Drive my health.
Posted by WMS at 8:52 AM

3 comments:

Mike Croghan said...

*snaps*

January 25, 2009 4:33 PM
Mike said...

I really like this, Iz. And I wonder if we're sharing some brain waves or maybe have some emotional resonance working, b/c I've been ruminating on betrayal and pain and the folly of trying too hard to 'heal' lately. A lot of my thinking has been evoked a new favorite techno (one man) band, Son Lux (you might like it-- it could be good programming music ;-). Here's one line in particular that resonates with your poem:

"Put down all your weapons
let me in through your open wounds"

January 25, 2009 10:45 PM
Me said...

ooo, like those Son Lux lyrics. thanks Mike! I'll look into them! Hope the upcoming birthing goes well! Send Stacy my love! :)

January 25, 2009 10:50 PM

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