THE FIRST WOUND FELT

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JOURNAL # 37

just
one little thing
about
that enchantress of time
destiny
she always gets her way
I can never one up her
even when folly's flattery
fails to seduce her
around to one I adores
way of behaving
still, I falter
and bow to her
undefeated presence
as I am
a mere mortal woman
once again
crumbling
the injured party
crying into her pillow
mocking my own foolish
hope's heart
for wishing the outcome
to be other than that
of what it is
deep inner pain is
'The First Wound Felt'
from our stupidly fighting
what ever it is
that is................................
(Feb. 11, 2010 957pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the great, great, great, great, great ( well you get it!) grand mama of the old saying, 'you gotta roll with the punches!'

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