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“If we judge others, it is because we are judging something in ourselves of which we are unaware.” John A. Sanford
The Wound We Tend I saw him in the distance he walked awkwardly, something was wrapped around his leg, in the nearness I saw it was a birdcage, only his leg was inside it, a wound was visible on his thigh and it seemed an invitation to ask, he claimed it was from birth, it had troubled him for a long time, they said there was nothing to be done, his body said he had resigned but his mouth offered that over the years he had adjusted to it. I knew to be quiet, I'm sure that what had formed in my mind had all been said before, but my face held the question; he raised an eyebrow, and said - "At least you can see mine." Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I like the way you made this into a story.
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Thank you Jim – which seemed the only way for me to go with this after much wrangling..
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That ending. Made me read again.
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Me too😳
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🙂
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I had the exact same reaction, VJ. When I read the last line, my breath caught in my throat, and I immediately read the poem again.
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I confess, twas intentional 🙂 Thank you for sharing this VJ
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My pleasure
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This is the second time I’m missing the middle of your emailed post😳
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Weird, wonder why that is so?
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*applause!*
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Very kind David, thank you very much.
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Luckily I can read your posts here👍🏻❤️
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Well that’s something. Thank you Cheryl
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Yes, sometimes the wound we tend is heavy because it isn’t obvious or easily explained to another. Similarities arise around us but aren’t necessarily the same.
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Great poem – love the stab at the end
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Ah yes, the way we can be sometimes.
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