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looking upon these
festering contusions
the heart bleeds such
bitter blood of disbelief
so much love exists
yet so much misunderstanding
rushes in to pollute
all the beautiful parts
but that's what happens when
two wounded people connect
all their painful baggage
must come too
the paths to each other
are a mine lain trap
of old hurts never fully healed
step on one of them  by mistake
and hell roars to life to scratch up
your face
I know my mines
and the hell that haunts them
I've just forgotten
where they all were so
carefully placed
I should map my life
and sew up the craggy tatters
in my heart
and maybe my mess would not
seem so unappealing
I laugh at myself cause I possess
most any other time
such admirable strength
but he knows my one of
many an Achilles heel
and bruises it sometimes
even if unknowingly
two domineering people
do not create a passive love
they take even as they give
and from such giving
no peace comes to live
I was so hurt
maybe wrongfully so
but still it was there gaping
in me and full out bleeding
but now I hurt more
as the separation is worse
what hell we humans dig
for ourselves
and how blind we seem
as we wonder unfamiliar
back roads of love's
confusing course
yet I must confess
'In The Fog Of My Sadness'
I ever rely on the guidance
of God's own perfect compass
for I know
with that in my hands
I will not long veer off
my intended path..............
(March 11, 2011 522pm)