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Josephine Scott Poem
Too painful to hope
And foolish to dream
Turn away from it all
That's easier it seems
Forget about heart
Abandon the soul
Lead with the head
Forge a new goal
To shut out the hope
Protect from the pain
Rewrite the dreams
The rules of the game
Send it down deep
This unbearable need
Cover it over
No more shall it bleed
Less painful this way
No love to be yearned
Contentment enough
Alone can be learned
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Josephine Scott Poem
To trust is to risk betrayal
To need is to risk emptiness
To hope is to risk rejection
To feel is pain
Head too busy
Heart too heavy
Skin too thin
Feel too much
Turn away from it all
Pull up the drawbridge
Turn off the lights
Detach and numb
Deny feeling
Reject need
Stifle hope
Trust no one
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Josephine Scott Poem
So heavy
Too heavy to hold up my head
I rest it on my arms
Too tired to be today
So weary
Too weary to pay much attention
To the chatter and the questions
That beset me today
To hope, to dream
To wish for better
All of these things escape me today
No sun can be glimpsed
Through the dark gloom
Of today.
And so
I wait for tomorrow
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Josephine Scott Poem
I want you to come to me
Like the moon comes to the sun
Like an inevitability
Like dawn after deepest night
I want you to come to me
Like waves breaking on the shore
Like a natural order
Like calm after a raging storm
I want you to come to me
Like the moth drawn to the flame
Like irresistibility
Like sweet release from exquisite pain
I want you to come to me
The oxygen breathing life to my fire
Like symbiosis
The reciprocal synergy of desire
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Hot on the heels of need
A feeling like no other
A crawling, spreading sensation
Insides leaking out
Too painful to show
Too needy
Too sticky
Repulsive and ugly
Overwhelming urge to hide
Curl up; defend with rejection
Soothe with avoidance
The bliss, however temporary, of numbness
Until
Need is awoken again
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