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The Loss of Sisterhood
I think about the events the led to our demise, and the
ending of sisterhood. Words and pictures flip endlessly
in my mind, I cannot plead innocent of errors in the past
but I cannot not return stones in the present that are
the distruction of the future.
Modern technology carries with it the ability to say things
in typed form that cut deep, and you do not have to see the
injury you cause. If one could look in the eyes of reader,
you might not release the verbal summation of their lives
in such a manner.
I am much younger than you are, we did not have the pleasure
of sharing childhood. You saw me as an intrusion in
your life, a wedge between you and love. How untrue is
your concept of things. With intent, you saved the anger
you felt. Bottled it like a wine, allowing it to ferment
until I became an age that I could partake of it. And now
it comes to this.
I will not and cannot apologize for who I am. I find
myself with the conscience not to answer your childish
sputtering of things that should be dead and decade to
dust. I look in the mirror and like whom I see my heart
is kind and gentle, and filled with love given to me
by one who accepts me as I am.
It saddens me that you wish to cut the ties that bind us, that
maybe the old saying "blood is thicker than water" is not
true in all cases. My heart is sad, and whispers inside me;
How sad the loss of sisterhood, how sad the loss of love.
Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:33
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The Loss of Sisterhood
The Loss of Sisterhood
I think about the events the led to our demise, and the
ending of sisterhood. Words and pictures flip endlessly
in my mind, I cannot plead innocent of errors in the past
but I cannot not return stones in the present that are
the distruction of the future.
Modern technology carries with it the ability to say things
in typed form that cut deep, and you do not have to see the
injury you cause. If one could look in the eyes of reader,
you might not release the verbal summation of their lives
in such a manner.
I am much younger than you are, we did not have the pleasure
of sharing childhood. You saw me as an intrusion in
your life, a wedge between you and love. How untrue is
your concept of things. With intent, you saved the anger
you felt. Bottled it like a wine, allowing it to ferment
until I became an age that I could partake of it. And now
it comes to this.
I will not and cannot apologize for who I am. I find
myself with the conscience not to answer your childish
sputtering of things that should be dead and decade to
dust. I look in the mirror and like whom I see my heart
is kind and gentle, and filled with love given to me
by one who accepts me as I am.
It saddens me that you wish to cut the ties that bind us, that
maybe the old saying "blood is thicker than water" is not
true in all cases. My heart is sad, and whispers inside me;
How sad the loss of sisterhood, how sad the loss of love.
Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
Read 644 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:33
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