The Power Of Self Love
Courage To Change
Her love will span the edge of Eden,
back to the time when love was born.
To take back her life and her need for him,
that one that left her lost and torn.
She is the wind and fire of rain,
that of the air to turn back time.
Heal the hurt of lost love pain
calm her soul and free her mind
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
By Richard Weber5 days ago in Humor
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Ah, Kelli, to go back "to the edge of Eden", before the patriarchy & millennia of scapegoating women while excusing so much of what men do, back to a time when love could be love could be love could be love.... This poem is about as close to perfect as it could be, expressing so succinctly yet exquisitely the pain both personal & universal as well as gender-specific (the sins of one inflicting pain & suffering on the other). This belongs in an anthology among the best, most powerful & meaningful of all time. (Or at least in Christian Century.)
Heal the pain of lost love pain. That line is what I should do. Loved your poem!