Venting Sticks and Stones

If venting and throwing sicks
and stones is the only thing

That turns you on and what you
can get your kicks from

And you accept or haven't come 
to the realisation or conclusion

You think you may indeed need 
help the plobem lies in you not
them

Then thinking i spending time
with you to gather up the biggest
sticks and stone's to cast at me

Through though pious of heart
it will not defend or shield against
the harm you wish to cause and
impart upon me

Because as a happy person wishes
only to help and make an unhappy
person feel much like themself

So to does an unhappy person wish
a happy person feel unappy as
they are

Same theory in essence just miles apart whence it comes to there 
own individual different versions
of what joy means to them

The good innocently only wish 
to help those unfortunate less
well off and are blind to understand

Why they would ever be open up
to be taken advantage of by those
they are only trying to help 

It's crass to say but when someone
you are trying to help reverts to type

And the inevitable eventually 
happens just remember

It's never personal though it
may appear to you where as 
those you are trying to help 

Unfortunately most see you as nothing
more than your generosity a safe
sort target to prey upon and exploit

Barred and estranged from every
friend and crossing family
doorstep and entering the last
saloon in town 

Until every outreach and
cry for help was given up 
on and lost

And relationship damaged
irrevocably

Just remember though bones 
may heal by themselves

Words leave deep emotional scars 
that though we may choose to
put to one's side and hide

Can be brought up at a seconds
notice and bring the past back
into the present

Should bear the warning although 
naturally and altruistic helping other's
out may seem

Charity begins and starts at home
and they alone can rebuild the
bridge they burnt down 
and so to it's up to them 

Should they wish to repair it
in order to find their way back
home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Kavanagh  Avatar
April 8, 2021 at 12:13 PM
Wow powerful penning Christopher, it’s a terrible state of affairs you portray here, a total breakdown of a family unit or betrayal very rarely heal completely if indeed at all, and your right the repair will come back up at a seconds notice, and it’s back to square one, and it’s even worse second time around, gets nastier, once it goes beyond a certain point it’s doomed Thought provoking write, cheers David
Flaherty Avatar
April 9, 2021 at 10:11 AM
To quote Dad's Army David We're all Dooned And don't tell them your name Pike
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