Jagged Edges
Jagged Edges
We expect too much of people.
After all, mere marionettes forged of clay,
Thrown into the arena unarmed,
Buffeted by the winds of discord,
One of a hundred thousand screaming
Needy beggars,
Craving love.
We have no owner's manual.
No user's guide.
No assembly instructions.
No self-help book,
No drug or pill,
Just friends
To see us through.
Jagged edges.
Ragged mass of warring neurons each one claiming
That it knows
What's wrong and right.
Confused we hurtle
Through the darkness
Hiding our fear.
Sharing our plight.
To be human is to be imperfect,
To make mistakes.
To learn and recover what we lost
While learning.
To go beyond the range of angels
In our love and pain. To forgive.
by Mari Sloan
copyright 2/2011
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