One of Those Lost and Lonely Dreams

Time was, when I thought it strong,
to hold back and block all my feelings.
Inestimable the emotional devastation
I doled out on those unfortunates who loved me.
How can you dam it up so?, said the therapist's stare,
still her empathy opened my mind to smiling,
chiseled my heart from the glacier.
And slowly I learned to act out my dreams,
the wounded clown learned to cry.
Pride bled in the thickets of human intercourse.
Now, when I dream of life, I am perfectly amazed,
my singular life drawn to those who loved me regardless.



Poetry by Brian Oarr
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Written on 2012-06-18 at 22:51

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It seems to take a lifetime to understand that true friends are the ones who overlook our foolishness and remain true to us no matter what. Those rare people see something in us that maybe we can't even see ourselves--something worth salvaging. Masterful verse, as usual.

William
2012-06-19