Thorns

Thorns
Such is the threnody of thistles–
That we are always hurting the ones we love
only to be left to love the ones we hurt
when we are simply always only hurting to be
Loved
Charles Coakley Simpson
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This entry was posted on December 21, 2012 by Charles. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Acceptance, Companionship, Compassion, Forgiveness, Love, Poetry, Understanding.
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December 22, 2012 at 3:06 am
This is true and beautiful. “Threnody of thistles” – I like this creation.
December 22, 2012 at 5:41 am
all so true….yet beautifully put….
December 29, 2012 at 2:37 am
Hey, you also changed your theme…very nice!!
January 11, 2013 at 6:54 pm
Your poetry writing always leaves me wondering…….. food for thought
love it!
January 11, 2013 at 6:56 pm