I found you frozen on a stairwell
You thought I’d ignore you
You thought I’d overlook your misdeeds
But the wrongs were too strong
So I grabbed his discarded sword
And let you know I was ready to fight
I would protect that which needed protecting
You tried to hide in plain sight
But without my raised arm
You fell into a ditch
For you couldn’t help yourself
May you find peace in the hole you dug for yourself
Categories: Culture, family, mental health, Poetry, Psychology
I find some humor in this. Don;t know what sort of person that makes me but….yes some humor.
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I really loved the last line, Mimi: May you find peace in the hole you dug for yourself
It reminds me of a situation I think you’d find interesting as a psychologist. The finale for the Bachelor Australia was on last week and after weeks wondering which girl was going to be the one, he chose nobody. However, that wasn’t the only interesting thing. This guy is quite an individual and ticks a few boxes to my way of thinking. Here’s a post I wrote: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2018/10/06/whats-become-of-the-honey-badger/
Best wishes,
Rowena
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