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September 13, 2002

Crushed

You chip and chip and chip away,
Can you not see I am falling apart?
Day after day you continue,
and I struggle to ignore the pain.

You ask for anything, I give everything. I ask for attention, And you provide nothing. How can you not notice my pain? How can you not even try to help? To touch. To heal. To hold? You can't fix me. Or maybe, you won't. But as you turn away, a hand picks up a piece of me. Stone by stone, I get stronger. Pebble by pebble, the hands rebuild me. Those hands make me better, stronger than I was. Caring, gentile, loving, I want to be held by them forever. Can you see the face above the hands? Did you think it was you? It is not. I am so thankful.

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Posted by on September 13, 2002 @ September 13, 2002 02:14 PM
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Wow. That is really powerful. Did you write it? I totally undestand what it's talking about - and, wow - it's just a good 'poem'. Thanks for posting it.

Posted by: lacy at September 13, 2002 2:58 PM

This sounds just like what Phil might say :P

Posted by: Tammie at September 13, 2002 9:28 PM

This is such a great poem. You have a great talent. I just wish you didn't ever have to have any of these feelings.

Posted by: elbows at September 14, 2002 10:38 AM

you're trying to be "sensitive guy" so chicks will dig you, aren't you?

Posted by: pam at September 15, 2002 12:13 AM

Man "o" Man Promo, you did it again! I so relate (and hubby so doesn't get it). It's too amazing...

Posted by: Anne at September 16, 2002 9:50 AM

Addendum: My husbands hands are still holding me. The other still can't see his face.

Posted by: Anne at September 16, 2002 9:55 AM

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September 13, 2002

Crushed