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Human

Submitted by Kelly Ann Wilson on Mon, 2024-08-26 00:13

Human
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I was far too pure of heart
To put the pieces together myself.
I didn’t have a word for it
Until someone else spelled it out.

I hadn’t come to see the world
The way that you do.
I still don’t and never will,
Though you tried your damnedest, didn’t you?

Did you learn from your grandpa’s crimes,
Or those of your father?
When you were younger
You were the victim,
But you became the descendent monster.

I will never forget
The look in your eyes,
You know just what you were doing.
And now, I’ve seen something
That isn’t human.

Written August 25, 2024
© 2024 Kelly Ann Wilson

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Editing stage: 
Editing - polished draft
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

Leslie

Mon, 2024-08-26 06:45

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Although offenses come to all of us, we all are offenders. In the economy of heaven, everyone can and will be reformed and
then rewarded according to their works. I don't care what anyone may or may not have done. We all must forgive to the infinite
degree. I am pained by your sufferings. I believe that my sufferings are equal in stature as are everyones. Please don't mis understand. In order to exist we all have to bleed a little.

Today never knows what tommorow will bring!

Geezer

Mon, 2024-08-26 10:00

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the ugliness of truth, is so hard to accept, that one tends to reject the very thought.
A "hard truth" seen in the windows of the soul, can destroy the notion of a beautiful world.
The only thing I see to criticize, is that you speak in the present tense in the last line. You [know...] is that on purpose?
I can understand that use too. ~ Geez.
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captain 2

Thu, 2024-08-29 01:03

I fear that I know what this poem is about. Unfortunately, abuse is either so damaging that the only way to reconcile it is to reformate your brain to accept it as the proper way and repeat it: or realize the horror of it, and that it is NOT okay, and to commit yourself to doing the opposite -- and in the process realize none of it has anything to do with you. You have power - in this poem! You have declared a side! the side of good! that changes the world! I would love to hear a poem about that now!

As far as the poem itself goes -- your imagery was very powerful and I felt (in some degree) all the confusion, hurt, betrayal, and rage that you experienced. very heartfelt, and personal. I think you have a deep well of writing here that can help heal you.

Best,
Captain!

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