The physiological readiness
for paths we are not only not ushered
to but for paths that we are forbidden.
Dexterity of our thumbs, given no
object to manipulate of their own;
Destruction of all we manage to grasp
by the lions roaring to come closer,
put our hearts inside their mouths,
who peel off our skin to take anyways,
who will not explain or answer
what they say they know- have told. Who do not
understand our questions, telling us to
care, explore, and learn. The hypocrisy-
Content to lack reconciliation
but never in peace. High expectations
when there is no relation. Frowning at
conformity to an actual chance
of approval, at methods of feeling
good resorted to. The blame- That we’re youth.
We,
the hurt, and
we, the unknown to you.
Alphabet Ravine 
Reblogged this on Write As Rain and commented:
Poetry, good poetry always drives a valid point home. Lovely pen!
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Thank you for the lovely comment and reblog!
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“We, the hurt, and
we, the unknown to you.” ❤
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❤
And thank you for the comment!
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We,
The hurt, and We the unknown to you.
I love this peom and the message it stands for.
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Hi Miriam, sorry for the delayed response- I don’t know that I saw your comment until now, for some reason! But I did encounter your blog a short while back. I’m excited for it!
You talk in “Grumpy Beginnings” about when you had your “Aha” moment about writing. I had a similar experience, and I definitely dealt with that whole “What am I doing with my schooling?” issue as well. 🙂 So glad you’re writing! Keep it up!
Thanks for engaging, and thanks for the compliment on my poem!
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Thank you! I never miss your blog updates
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This was chillingly profound.
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🙂 Thank you so much! I was listening to young, escapist music from a decade or so ago, and thinking, “These songs have obviously got something wrong- escapism is not the answer- but they must have something right if we love them so much.” So I sort of analyzed a few songs in my head, asking, “What’s the real heart cry here? What are they actually saying and expressing” And the result was this poem. 🙂 I was pretty stoked about it. 🙂
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What ?
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Rebekka Lien, are you wondering what I meant by my response to A Blog To Regret’s comment? Or did you have a question about the poem itself?
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