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ClawHeartby Robert Brown
The Claw. The Heart.
These have been my symbols
For a very long time
Longer than I can even
Remember now
Standing for Evil
And for Good
And for the Battle that
Takes place inside every
Human Soul
I wore it proudly
To show that I understood
The Truth
And that I had
A Choice
And that I knew what my Choice
Was to be
I was not alone in my thinking
Others were drawn to me
Wishing to take on Hearts
Of their own
To show the world
What was important to them
Or who they truly were
Games, Fighting, Diving
Crystal, Beauty, Hiding
We were not afraid
To let our souls be seen
And perhaps that was the problem
My heart was so visible on my sleeve
Or rather my tummy
That I couldn't help but feel
More acutely than most
The pain of the world hurt me
But I bore it with a smile
As if by my hurting I could
Spare another that pain
But each pain left its mark
A Scar that never quite
Healed right
I didn't notice at first
So strong was my love
But slowly...gradually...
The Scars grew until
They could not be
Ignored
Hardening...stiffening...
Stealing what made me
Me
And now here I sit
The Claw is faded
The Heart is weak
And only the Scars remain
...
I have failed
Comments: 5
I know this feeling too well. It hurts most when people are unaware...even after you've told them time and again how their behavior and actions harm you.
And still they continue. Though they say they love you, they don't stop. I don't know what to do anymore.. I don't have scars, I just have anger. Rage. The need to hurt others if not myself.
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Again, dark... perhaps that is what happens when one expresses the truth of depravity. (Strong word, yes. But humans tend to be twisted towards those ends)
It hurts, doesn't it? When you're alone in that; or, at least, you think you are.
Funny, when there are so many other people in a place just like that who we rub shoulders with in the halls, smile as we pass, and say "I'm fine," when we're asked how we are. We are together, but isolated.
This sense of community vs. loneliness is clearly and prominently portrayed. You do well in it's execution.
My only concern? If you keep up this kind of writing, you will start needing someone to pull you out of that place... and eventually, you may never come out. Please be carefull.
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Thank you. For one who has only just contacted me, you really grasp what I'm trying to convey. It's gratifying to know that my poetry can reach out to people like this.
This poem was written at a dark time in my life as a catharsis. Expressing my emotions through my poetry helps me to work through them, so in a way writing these words helps me pull myself out of that place because the emotions are no longer being internalized. If that makes sense.
But I am grateful that you enjoy my work. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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No problem. I strive in the same issues, more often than not, so maybe that's why I get it.
Mmm... I get that. The only difference is that I don't often get it out. I tend to pressurize and explode. So, though it makes sense, I don't tend to put it into action.
I'm glad to talk to you.
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This is quite a stark profound examination of yourself, it takes courage to write this, and be willing to let people read it and comment on it.
Thank you for sharing.
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