Jul 1, 2017 Original Poetry

Near-Death of A Friendship
©July 1st, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Words fly between us
Anger strewn like autumn leaves
Each misunderstands.

One wants to be seen.
The other longs to be heard.
Both shoot darts, don’t miss.

We hear what we want
We stick sharp pins in ourselves
You explain, I hear.

The currents flow fast.
Eddies form around us both.
I speak, you don’t hear.

Not rage, but sorrow,
Not dislike, but compassion
Now, do you hear me?

The weight to forgive –
I carry this, and drop it.
Can you see this truth?

Catching in one’s lungs,
A trapped bird, beating huge wings
Blood overflows banks.
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Tags: #CulturalMisspeak, #Forgiveness, #FriendshipEndings, #Miscommunication, #Misunderstandings, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram