A Well Meaning Rake

Words of wisdom, why do they act

Like spiked fingers of a rake

And graze deep into my heart

Making it again bleed…

The gashes have healed

And I have walked far far away

Patting over dry earth

To bury deep the scars of fate

Then from the unknown

Walks in a kindly soul

Offering to clean up the dust and leaves

That have covered the lonely green

With well meaning words

Full of care, concern and love

He then begins to rake away the dead waste

That has accumulated over that grave

Neither does he know

Nor did I ever imagine

That those careful concerns would tear

And rip open those healed wounds

With eyes bleeding with pain

And my heart bunched in anguish

I try make sense of what is happening

Rocking myself gently to end the agony…

 ~Glowing Embers~

17^th Nov 2004