The Scalpel

Posted on by

Scraping my life away with your clumsy scalpel

You shaped my reality into something unrecognisable.

I could have been safe without you.

Shredded by your promises and my own failings

A life apart was inevitable, but

I’m still waiting for you to put the knife down

To let me go, so I can remember how to smile.

About these ads

71 thoughts on “The Scalpel”

  3. I find writing this kind of poetry quite hard…it’s difficult to write in your own voice when it’s autobiographical… I find the process of the catharsis just overwhelms my craft…I’m working on one at the moment, but I’ve had to step outside of myself and treat it like they’re strangers that I’m observing even though it’s from something that happened more than 25 years ago…. and the only one I’ve ever managed to commit to paper came out of a teaching activity with young people in schools…. but you seem to be creating something out of it… not sure how to leave a trackback so here’s the link to my attempt… if that’s OK. http://anthropeloquence.com/2011/11/25/love-lies-bleeding/

    Reply ↓

  7. I love your pages and your form of self-expression, it is a pleasure to have you share your gifts through your pages Thank you. I have nominated you for blog of the Year please visit my page Blog of the year awards and nominations Thank you! Revised
    Posted on December 9, 2012

    Reply ↓

  13. Ouch!
    What pain you are feeling, and I think this is reflected in your avatar Cheryl.
    I am hoping you are writing from a past memory.. but anyway it’s good to let it out:) And yes, it will fade with time. Blessings.

    Reply ↓

  18. Thank you for stopping by my blog. I wrote that blog post alittle out of character for what I write and I really appreciated that you saw something in it! I am looking through your blog. You are very talented. I am a follower now! Alesia

    Reply ↓

  20. Dear Cheryl, thank your for your attentions…
    I had forgotten that you write poetry, although looking in now,
    I do remember Quicksand…

    Laughter, that’s the surest hand, to keep us from despair.
    Happy New Year

    Reply ↓

  22. Hi Cheryl, can’t find anywhere else in such a busy blogspace (colour me jealous and don’t stop now!) to add a thank-you for finding time (while you are so busy creating spellbinding literature and skilfully distinctive artwork) to drp in to my beeseeker blog – much appreciated.

    Reply ↓

  29. The scalpel causes pain to improve a condition, but, in this piece, it’s definitely the opposite. Perhaps, it works both ways, so much like walls, which keep people either in or out.

    Reply ↓

  32. The scalpel inflicts pain to make a wound less painful when cured. But it works both ways, too, like walls, which keep people either in or out. Sadly, in this piece, it means more pain.

    Reply ↓

  39. G’day Cherylmoore,
    First off let me thank you for your visit to my poem … Tolerance depleted.
    Your …The scalpel … certainly delivers. one can sense the yearning for normality.

    Reply ↓

  41. Beautiful! Very moving and touching. Thank you for visiting and following my blog. I will stop by yours often, because there are such lovely things to read and see!
    Take care,
    Patty

    Reply ↓

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s