Dangerous (poem)
Dangerous,
the hidden rocks,
lying rough
below the surface.
Still I dive,
deep and deep,
Scraping tender flesh
across the unforgiving rocks.
Blood in the water.
Mine, or yours?
Deep and deep,
whose pain is this?
Remembering these rocks, I thought how they could stand as symbols of the hidden emotional triggers we can crash into within ourselves, especially if that territory is yet unexplored. And those crashes do create the experience of pain. And yet, how often when we feel discomfort or misery, and assume it is ours, is it actually not ours at all, but the pain of another we are tuning into, or the some random suffering floating around in the collective unconscious?
2 comments:
excellent analogy... i always think of them as shards of glass... but the hidden rocks thing works really well.........
Ouch, shards of glass... I almost stepped on a big one today- picked it up so that nobody else would step on it. Thanks for the comment, Paisley.
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