Date: 1/27/2002 11:08:00 PM
From Authorid: 44404
i once wrote a poem for my brother who shot himself, oh, this is like over six years ago now. the opening line went something like, "i used to love pain, relish pain, embrace pain. pain is a very tangible thing and it tells me that i am alive and still kicking, and the fact that i was still kicking meant that i still wanted to live..." this reminded me of that. i thought the poem was a measure of that. there is a lot of pain here. a lot of loss. know that a measure of writing can be an aneseptic, but not an anesthesia. writing can sting, but it also heals. anesthesia just deadens pain. nothing gets cured. i am waiting to here a poem from you. i think the title might be, all alive here. til, i see it, i suppose i will just have to wait some more. take care of that pain. pain can just tell you where something is hurting, but it wont get better until you attend to it. get yourself a bandaid and some neosporin. i'll keep the peace pipe handy for when your ready. take care DD. minnow  |
48097 Category:(Poetry) Created:(1/27/2002 7:35:00 PM)