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"Poetry is the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." Leonard Cohen

Monday, November 24, 2014


It was the family motto, a legend almost
and they all knew it, and abided by it
"There's no excuse for bad behaviour"
Whether it meant treating someone
discourteously, or less than charitably
Or in a manner, you knew you would
not like to be treated yourself

Then came a day, when one of them
began to feel a creeping malaise
That something just wasn't right
And she didn't know how to express
her feelings without sounding
whiney so she never said anything

Until something happened, something
minor, so minor - no-one knew what
it was...
And the one feeling slighted, the one
feeling that things weren't right
Fell off the map, went somewhere dark
and from there, shot invisible nets
of steel around herself, and
everyone she wanted to protect

The others, having no idea about what
was going on - were flummoxed
They wondered if the one upset had lost
her mind; the change was so unexpected
and radical
And she was not responding to any of their
overtures to discover what was wrong
In fact - quite the opposite
She was putting up stronger and thicker
walls, daily.

There were no excuses for this kind of
behaviour, some of her family thought,
and said
But as time went on and there was no
way to get to this person
Some of them began to wonder...

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