IN MY BELLY, A Love Poem
There’s a pain in my belly,A place stuffed with bags of hurt,
Bloated with distorted losses,
Far too much grief to share.
Set my jaw and bear it another day.
Lost loves
Lost hopes
Lost dreams
There’s a pain in my belly,
A place hollow with deafening terror.
The panic scream of loneliness that I soley hear.
Hide the emptiness.
Deny my hunger.
What would happen if you knew?
My need
My longing
My frailty
There’s a pain in my belly,
A place scarred by a lifetime of war.
If you don’t hurt me, I’ll hurt myself.
There’s no safety from the violating rage.
It’s all around and within.
In you
In me
In them
There’s a pain in my belly,
A place tender with purple-yellow uncertainty.
Unfolded, opened, exposed,
Radiating white-hot veracity.
Turn around if you’re too afraid
Erratic courage
Fragile hope
Absolute Love
posted by Theresa @ 4/02/2006 12:23:00 PM
10 Comments:
purple-yellow uncertainty... great line. Uncertainty *is* like a bruise.
~S
WOW! That's deep.
This is so descriptive theresa. I can almost picture and feel the pain.
Shephard - I never knew that until today.
Dick - Probably more powerful than I actually feel. It's more of a condenced version of pain.
Shawn - I suppose it is. Thanks for stopping by.
Joy - It must have made a difference that I had a really nasty tummy-ache today.
I appreciate the rawness and realness of this. There is a deafening rhythm to this poem, thatI could ultimately see being sung by Alanis Morrissette, Tracy Chapman, Sinead, or Fiona Apple.
Who, I guess, are to me--strong women (like you), who too have been hurt -- yet create masterpieces such as this.
"A place scarred by a lifetime of war.
If you don’t hurt me, I’ll hurt myself."
The soul is the place
where we touch,
and we can see
while we are still blind.
No, its not actual;
but yes, its absolutely real.
How else could love be absolute?
When I read this "love poem" for the first time, it reminded me of Bush's lyrics in "Everything Zen": "There no sex in your violence."
Stephen - When I re-read this on a Monday morning, it's painful to recall the dark place I was when I wrote it. Thank you for your kind appraisal.
Steve - From the inside out, or the outside in. In a way, that stanza is a challenge to my lover as well as a statement of fact. The challenge: don't hurt me, don't let me hurt myself (not very realistic). The fact: We all bring our crap to a relationship. We're going to hurt each other, no matter how much love there is. We can't help it.
The panic scream of loneliness that I soley hear.
Hide the emptiness.
You just read my mind.
There is a power in your belly and in your words. I love coming here and seeing the parts of you that you share each day!
could just be gas;
it will pass.
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