Unknowns

If, doubled over,

There is pain

Like the stab

Of a knife in the flesh,

But no blood flow,

What is it?

If, eyes brimming,

There are tears

Like the rush

Of the falls,

But no cause for sadness,

What is it?

If, arms embraced,

There's a surge

Like the shock

Of a bolt, tips to toes,

But no love,

What is it?

What is it about the

What-is-its

That make us so scared

To find out

What it is?

Blogging is Complicated

I wrote a poem today about a way in which my best friend hurt me this summer. I posted it on here earlier and have now taken it down... I have no idea if he saw it or not, but for some reason I felt weird about it being on here. It's hard to know what will hurt people and therefore quite difficult to know what exactly is worth posting. While it'd be nice to get feedback on my poem and let people know what I've been going through, I also don't want to make a tough situation worse by hurting feelings when healing should be taking place. Blogging creates a bit of a conundrum... This is a place to write about feelings and reflect on life, but one must be aware of how their writing affects other people. I suppose a poem like that would be better for an off-line journal.

I think protecting the feelings of others is probably more important than expressing my not-so fantastic feelings towards them in the heat of the moment.