The final picture of last night’s post was a self portrait. The pencil drawing was a companion to a poem written while I drew the picture. It did not fit with the theme of inspiring and the gift-giving nature of post, so I saved it for today.
In the daylight, we sometimes find those who we believe to be the ones who will remain our suitors, companions and protectors to only be eating at the trough holding our hearts. They piggishly take advantage of our love for them and give nothing in return.
It is a solitary, lonely road littered with mines and jagged rocks, which tear at our feet, as we attempt to carry them along inside us, protecting them from the mines they have planted.
Even when we know these people for who they truly are, love is not so simple to abandon. We often nurture poisonous relationships in the interest of fending away loneliness or in search of the things we think will complete us. We continue to pour out our souls in the hopes the other will take up the other end of the bar and help us carry the load.
Eventually, our souls are poured out.
It is not that she is shy or forlorn or shamed.
It is that she knows something she’s not ready to share.
Much has been taken from her, but nothing she wasn’t
Ready or willing to give to those for whom she cares.
Without the bend of an eyelash, the warmth of her heart
Pours forth to quell the fears and pains of her loved ones.
Now, she fills with pain as those around her crumble,
And she knows without those she cannot save, she’ll be alone.
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2003
Have you ever seen someone you loved crumble? Could you help? Have you ever had a poisonous relationship?
Just a bit of business: We will be beginning a new series with this post.