Pride
In our deepest despair
when misfortune's albatross
swoops down on us,
we let them burn...
all we love most...
When sore and unsure
separated from false strength
and all which gave comfort,
We build brick walls...
Rather than bridges.
Yet we learn not
and hate that impulse
to seek solace when hurt,
we spurn true friends...
And hate our vulnerability.
Copyright © Edward Babatunde | Year Posted 2010
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