Self-misdirection

 

 

I kissed the wings on the heels of love's brokenness

I drew the breath that carried the words that lanced love's boldness 

I drew the sword that sliced the veil of hope 

I pelted icicles of cold affront that built a towering wall of division

 

I thought I knew  the desires of my mind and flesh 

deeper still, is the wound I carry

inflicted by my own weapons of righteous rebellion 

 

thinking I knew better,

When I didnt know anything at all 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

recolections of un rightable wrongs.

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Blackwingedbird's picture

I think of the moments when I

I think of the moments when I could've done something different and most of the time I don't know actually what I could have done different, other than something that I wouldn't define as a 'me' thing, maybe that's a lesson I need to learn.

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"Unrightable Wrongs"

vs. rightable wrongs, an oxymoron. Regret lives in looking back and thinking about might have dones; sealing the ego and personality into a whole requires assimilation of such divisiveness as experience. In future, an example is there to call upon to make a better decision and choose a different course of action. Or not. - allets-


 

 

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That's a great point and I

That's a great point and I pretty much feel I'm being me most of the time only problem is most of the time I think I knOw what I need and want, but I never seem to invite it in to stay! Go figure? ;) 


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