Shame. {Poetry}

 

Shame

I was hurt

And from the wound

Flowed not blood

But clenched fists of vitriol

You stood there

Punch drunk

Accepting the heavy blows

Waiting for more

All you shed

Was a solitary teardrop

Your feminine dignity ascendant

While mine laid low

In a pool of shame


 {Tear drop.}

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Javed Hassan

Javed Hassan

Javed has been an investment banker for the last 20 years. He believes pain and joy walk arm in arm. All things are immensely beautiful if seen not only from the eyes but also through the acute lens of the heart. It is with spirit he has traveled and worked across the continents rejoicing in the beauty of different people and places. He has woven his vision through his interests which include yoga, writing, and cooking.
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3 Comments

  • Kele Redmond-hcp commented on December 27, 2012 Reply
    it IS first thing in the morning & I have yet to get out of bed …. but I”M loving discovering you Rebel’s ~ thanks for Being and Living and Inviting and Provoking ~
  • Michael Beck commented on December 27, 2012 Reply
    nice n sad. and “we” will learn to laugh again. though sadder still, she will get over it, but i/you/we will never. it seems, a gentlemens wound(s) never quite heal.
  • Tania Kazi
    taniakazi commented on December 28, 2012 Reply
    Cathartic. Naked and True. Thank you for sharing.

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