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The Dump

November 16, 2007

In the Backyard
Digging holes
Into each an item dropped
Something to be buried
Like the occasional dagger
Thrown upon the lawn
Carelessly from a passer by
Intentionally from a passer by
Maliciously from a passer by
Cluttering up the yard
My yard
With sticks & stones
Yet I do not throw them back
Back at my detractors
I never liked throwing daggers
So I never learned how
My penance then
To pick them up
And to bury each one
Where it won’t be seen
Like it was never thrown
Into my yard
Into my face
So no one can see them
And if I don’t look
Neither will I

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4 comments

  1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij738Q-wWmk&feature=related, says it all…

    Yep, pretty much! Thanks.


  2. This is a strong poem. I had to come back and read it more than once to really understand it. I’m wondering though, not seeing them, the buried daggers, does it mean they are forgotten or does it mean you remember they are there but choose not to see them?

    I tend to internalize stress instead of releasing it. And holding it in all these years has kicked my ass. Thanks for asking.


  3. Maybe instead of burying them, you could make something amazing out of them.

    http://www.wirelady.com/berrienwirehumanpage.html

    Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
    Rainer Maria Rilke

    Yes I agree. The hardest things hone us the most. This posting business is what I’m doing to rid myself of all the garbage I’ve internalized over the years. I’m still trying to find my wings for it though. Thanks. Dobre Den


  4. Powerful words and imagery. It resonates deeply with me. I have buried many daggers carelessly, maliciously, and intentionally thrown. Then one day, I knew I had to start digging them up, looking at them, and allow the healing to begin without end. Yes, as you wrote in the previous comment, releasing the words here is an exercise in healing. No matter what mode we use to release them, to give them wings, it is how and where the journey to relief begins. I’ve find the most amazing exchange of support in cyberspace, opening and strengthening each other’s wings.

    Mother Winter Moon,
    What I do not yet know is, Am I now able to heal my wound because I’m now on good ground? Or, Am I now on good ground because I have begun to heal myself??



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