“You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
They're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound”

“Avalanche” by Leonard Cohen


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You?

I know you mean me!
Me Me Me!
and my credentials are quite impeccable,
actually kind of swell!
I know pain, realized pain greater than imagined pain,
and my wound is no shadow,
but a 12” scar from open heart surgery,
when you ripped open my chest,
and stomped on it
just for good measure,
when you left the room I newly built,
to start my life over again…
with you.

nearly 20 years ago,
the chest pains were so real,
I went to see a doctor,
who stated with solemnity:

there is nothing I can do to heal you.
but consider
writing poetry.






<Fri Apr 20, 1:35pm>

“Wound Shadow: Your pain is no credential here”



“You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
They're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It's just the shadow, shadow of my wound”

“Avalanche” by Leonard Cohen




<Fri Apr 20, 1:35pm>