If there were bruises,
they would rush to see,
What terrible thing
had happened to me.

If there was blood,
seeping from my body,
they would tend my wounds,
and ask,
What terrible thing
had happened to me.

If there were a fever,
they would wipe my brow,
there would be pills -
a medicine for my ills,
they would understand
what happened to me.

There are only bones,
under my skin.
Dark marks,
under my eyes.
Concealed, so they can't see.
So no-one would know
something happened to me.

All this is nothing.
Compared to her,
nothing happened to me.

I wish there were bruises.

Interesting piece Isabella, although I have to admit that I find it odd that anyone would WANT bruises, but I think I get it (maybe not though, because I know your waters run deep!)

Is this poem about people not validating your experiences, or discounting them altogether? Or is it about something more common, if no less painful; a breakup perhaps?

Sincerely,
Brucefur

Isabella, good poem. Welcome to e-mule.


Les

Correct me but...
To me this sounds like a cry or a wishing for help, or for someone to know how you are feeling. It is hard for people to express their inner hurt to someone who does not understand. We want to hide it, but even more we want someone to notice it, and notice it as a real hurt. Although our bruises may not be visible they are there.

Bruce, read "un-ease" the last post on the thread was at the end of feb - sorry I have no idea how to post a link, but if you do a search for Isabella you'll find it - there aren't that many posts. It will shead some light on the subject matter of this one, you'll have to read the comments as well.
Btw - "interesting" Is that good or bad? LOL

lg - thanks but I've been before, I don't come here frequently, and post even less - funny though, everytime I show my face I get welcomed like I'm new!

Shadow's Breath - You hit the nail absolutely square on the head. It feels nice to be understood. Thanks.

X

Good work, I like, understood the sympathetic and real needs.

Very good. Sticks and stones ..

Coin
"Try your wings"

Hi Isabella,

I did go and read it. Turns out that I had read it at the time and just hadn't commented (looks like you have some comments hanging there too lol).

Still, at least I am getting it now.

My one roommate (landlady now) is diabetic, suffers from high chloresterol (LDL Fats) and someother ailments. She has to take something like five different kinds of drugs everyday, which even here would be expensive if her hubby didn't have a good company medical plan (the government only covers so much). I don't really notice too much of a difference when she is on the drugs, but when she runs out and the pharmacy is out of stock, it is different. Then she gets both grumpy and irrritible, which generally means so do I! lol

My only real experiences with pain killers was in 2003 when I had an abcessed tooth, which even with advil hurt like the devil, so much so that I couldn't escape it completely even through meditation and other mind over matter techniques. Once I was prescribed anti-biotics however I was given T3's, which actually made the pain worse (they didn't stop the swelling like advil did) so I just toughed it out with mind over matter stuff until the infection was done and I could get into the dentist. In 1999 I had kidney surgery for a rare condition, and while I was in the hospital, post surgery, there was a lot of pressure for me to take morphine, even though I didn't really need it (believe you me, that tooth pain was a heck of a lot worse!!!). I finally just told the specialist that I wasn't going to need it and to take it away. One of the things that they kept telling me though, was that when used to manage pain, that morphine wasn't addictive. I can't see how that could be true though in the long term... Maybe you know more about that?

Interesting is good, although I can see how, with a certain tone attached it could seem otherwise. Now that I understand it better I will however upgrade to a bravo! lol

My sister Rebecca was hit by a semi a number of years ago that failed to stop for an amber light. Totalled her van and damaged her back. It took her forever to get doctors to believe that was the case though, because the insurance company here never wants to shell out money on soft tissue injuries. *Shakes my head. I don't see how ANYONE could get hit by a semi (I believe you call them Lorries there) and NOT be badly injured. Anyway, she still suffers from it almost a decade later.

Wishing you well Is,
Sincerely,
Brucefur

Powerful read, understood.

~

wicked

Oh my goodness! Step back everyone! This one makes sense!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy!

I love it!

"Loving people is like farting in the wind; You don't actually accomplish anything, but you feel better."

~The Great and Powerful Angelia~

Softly the breeze stirred, through the dry grasses,
Rippling the reeds like a wave on the shore,
Warming the land with the first breath of Springtime,
Healing the bruise of the Winter before.
Where it was barren, buds are appearing,
Flowers will bloom again, promises kept
In the black earth through the desolate waiting
Alone in the darkness, beauty had slept.


Sorry for your sadness,

Love

JP

Wow. I just read Un-ease and then this one back to back. A very powerful story in the these lines. with deep sorrow felt.

You are understood.

Thankyou to all of you for your comments, it is good to be understood, and I'm glad it makes sense to you keeper of light - I always try to make sense.

Jp - did you write that? it took my breath. I'm going to keep it and love it. Thankyou so much.

I like the idea that wounds are not necessarily physical, and need tending to and empathy! Good read!

bump

Long time since Isabella was here. I hope that JP is still in touch.

Someone, Gwydion, perhaps said that the old board harbored great talent. Wicked, Isabel, Mr. Yuck, and more were part of that old board.


Les