Saturday, February 23, 2008

Life's Punches

Another one of life's trials

like always unexpected

came walking down my road

Sized me up

knocked me down

like an eager young boxer

punching my beliefs to the ground

 

Completely numbed

I find myself left with nothing

No anger or resentment

no fears

even the pain has gone

as are all my tears

and maybe just as well

 

For life's undertow

takes without rhyme or reason

never clear

was I right or wrong

or just fair game in open season

and maybe feeling nothing

can help cope

 

 

©2008 Fenny

 

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Comments

I think you have portrayed how the pains of life are truly, well, pains of life. The punch metaphor is on the mark. And to get to the point where it does not even hurt anymore? One can feel your frustration and being fed up and just have hands in the air already.

Posted by: Scott | Saturday, February 23, 2008

numb is indeed a protective mechanism... i lived in a state of numb for much of the past year ... and then one day it began to lift... and still ,, little by little i feel it like dissipating fog i don't know that i could have made it without the numbness.. maybe it is just what you need....

Posted by: paisley | Saturday, February 23, 2008

probably, you will never know, by delivering the pain in words sprouting straight from the heart how much you help people to feel and find what they wanted to say but don't know how to and where to.

Posted by: arasu balraj | Tuesday, February 26, 2008

your words are almost my words as we all have these days. you express the pain of life so well.

Posted by: lissa | Sunday, March 02, 2008

Well....Life is indeed the best teach!

Posted by: kellos | Monday, March 03, 2008

Fenny, This is so true! You never see it coming, and it nearly bowls you over. We just have to keep getting up and fighting back. Nice metaphor for the knocks we take in life.

Thanks for reading my Hitler post. It's interesting to have had that similar experience. Unforgettable.

Kat

Posted by: Poetikat | Monday, March 03, 2008

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