Self-Counsel

Bethany R. Marsh
I thought I'd feel worse...
I thought I'd feel better...
The scars you carved into me --
I tried to heal myself.
The cuts don't grow deeper,
Nor do they diminish.
I didn't know how to feel.
I don't know how we'll finish.

Lies don't ever add up.
I am still more naive than I thought.
Through all the hate, for the love we fought.

Now I live the lies and I have everyone fooled;
If anyone else knew maybe I'd feel bad.
I never knew how I'd take it. ...

But it's my decision.
Nothing cures pain.
Love is not precision;
I have much to lose yet little to gain.

If it helps...
It just MAY help.

Published by Bethany R. Marsh

I am living with a wonderful man and my two baby boys (my dogs Kilo and Scrappy). We just bought a new house of our own finally. I enjoy vegetarian food, animal rights, and would love to meet more veg*ns...  View profile

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  • Angel Sharum8/21/2008

    Very intense.

  • Don A Shepard8/6/2008

    Agree with Jeff, interesting and thought provoking.

  • jcorn7/31/2008

    Very powerful. I pondered each line and felt the ring of authenticity and truth in your words, very heartfelt.

  • Jeff Rogers7/31/2008

    Wow, interesting poem.

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