Words are
much like us,
human beings.
They do certainly
wonder one day,
why they were born,
and
what purpose they serve.
Having given birth to them,
I carry
their crosses too.
Words are
much like crosses.
I am crucified,
on my words.
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"Words, I and Crosses"
liked this one. remind me of one of anne sexton poems: http://giron.itgo.com/Words.htm
Podichi,
Thanks! I liked it too.
//But they can be both daisies and bruises. //
//Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.//
How true!
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