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The Parts Of You That Harbor Compassion. A Poem  

yesmamallthetime 56F  
4465 posts
7/19/2018 2:33 pm
The Parts Of You That Harbor Compassion. A Poem


He said he wouldn't touch me
With a ten foot pole
He could see how fragile I was
He meant it sincerely
He wasn't trying to be mean
Or hurtful or cruel
He just knew that I had
A hole inside of me
That was a wound
He didn't want to make larger
Or figuratively rub salt in it.

Some would walk away
With nary a glance
Some would ask
If I was okay.

What should I say?
I will be
Eventually.
In the meantime
I could use a friend.
Are you a good Samaritan?

The ten foot pole
Euphemism aside
I am a human being
That is worthwhile.

The man who can see that
My wounds can heal
My heart has appeal
The man who can treat me
Like he would himself
Like to be treated
Instead of cast off
Or thrown aside
Is he extraordinary
Or rare
Or both?
Does he actually exist?

To tell you the truth
Most men can keep
Their effing ten feet poles.
Their poles made me
The mess I am.
I know
I know
It takes two to tango.
I was a participant
With blinders on
To the man's intentions.
I was lied to
Again and again.
I could have stopped
My participation
Before he did.

Did you get that?
I was a sucker
Til the end.
That is what
Really keeps
The wound fresh
How incredibly naive
And stupid I was
To begin with
And even when I caught on
I thought the man
Could change.
But by then
He had formed his opinion
My treatment cemented
In his mind
I believed and accepted
His lies and scraps
From that
There is no coming back
Once a doormat.

My friend
Good Samaritan
Thank you for listening.
You may keep
Your ten foot pole.
It is your ears
I am interested in
Along with the parts of you
That harbor your compassion.

Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely


LakeRidgeBBWSeek 63M
3847 posts
7/19/2018 6:33 pm

I love this poem, but I have one thing to add. You state in it that wounds can heal, but in my observations, many women's wounds caused by men dont heal, or they wont let them heal, and a man can only deal with a wounded woman for so long. I longer than most it seems, hell I married two very wonded women, because in part I wanted to help them heal. And didnt succeed in either case. I have dated many a wounded woman, and never have learned how to help them heal, but there must be a way, as some women manage it. As a man who has been wounded by a few women in my time, I understand how hard it can be to heal from such wounds, and some you never do !


citizen4722 66M  
74582 posts
7/20/2018 8:14 am

Don't fight your battles alone.
It does hurt being poles apart.
Not able even talk on a phone.
Wounds heal, even on a heart.


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