We are sisters under the skin
We are members of a tribe of knife wielding women
Fierce in our understanding of trust and what it doesn't mean
Betrayal becomes the thing we do to keep from ever being left again
Or vulnerable or lost or used again and tossed away like a used condom
Like the scalpel, like the stirrups, like the old man looking who says
"Mind if I give it a go?"
©2010 Peggy Pendleton
5 comments:
Wow, Thank you for putting into words what I cannot express...every time I come to see your space I find something that touches me,...again..thank you
I'm so glad you finally came back to see this. I know you like I know myself. We too are sisters.
This is fantastic stuff.
Cat, your comment made me decide to post this poem on the main blog. It has held up well since I wrote it. Thanks for commenting so I looked at it again.
it's so hartd for me to feel that I am not the only one
Fierce in our understanding of trust and what it doesn't mean
Betrayal becomes the thing we do to keep from ever being left again
this is the waythat I relate to the world and I'm so relieved that I have found yuu...and yes my family name really is " JOJO"
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