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