Sunday, November 2, 2008
Unveiling
You stand, a far distance
tiny in the remote sphere
Small, unpretentious, homely
Barefoot child draped
in tattered frock
Alone, downcast
you dare not approach
All is quiet as I survey the scene
Can it be?
Are you the one,
the scapegoat?
What are the wages?
You quietly fade
never once looking up
Your countenance
forever branded
within me
I will not forget
october 31, 2oo8
judithpiper
I am an expert at self-blame. That's not a good thing, btw. In identifying this core belief that has been central to my life for decades, I had to identify my scapegoat. In searching my heart and psyche, at first I pictured a goat. But that didn't resonate. I looked up the word 'scapegoat' in a thesaurus and found the word 'cat's paw.' That didn't work either.
With this on my mind I went to bed for the evening. First thing upon waking the next morning, my mind was met with an image of a child. Could it be?
For the follow-up poem, view Nanna.
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