I Hold Dear All the Hurts
I hold dear all the hurts
that grow amongst the flowers
but I will not pull them out
I cannot uproot them
otherwise
how will I know
who I am
without bloodstained footprints
in the sand
to remind me
where I’ve been
and where I might be going?
I am the gardner
who’s weeds
are the testament
of a world
that’s out to get me
and oh how they grow
from the upset I sow
by not digging deep enough
into the soil
of my soul.
Yet the blossoms will not
despair
despite my errant trampling
they reach in my direction
and whisper above the din
of love
and caring
but I am already gasping
surrounded by
fear
certain that circumstance
is out to get me.
I remain small and
helpless
injustice pierces my heart
like shards of glass
broken by all those
who should have
loved me
mistrust becomes my armor
defiance my protector
blame the great deflector
righteous anger
my defender
as I charge toward the
precipice
of my limited vision.
Will they build my monument
with a broken heart
and fallow face
will they come with
wreaths
to mourn my fate
will the chance to be
grateful
be lost forever
by my hate
will I wake up in time
or will it be
too late?
Copyright © Joseph Adler | Year Posted 2019
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