“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough”- Jean-Paul Sartre
-Beautiful-
Perfectly broken.
Beautifully flawed.
Fucking hate me
hate the cracks where
solid is supposed to be.
I can’t go back,
I can’t go back
I can’t go
I can’t
I’ve lost what I meant
What’s not to be happy
I am
So if you love me,
let me crumble
let me go
I can’t go back
Let me go
it’s been broken all along
It’s too much
Too much
a muchness I do not deserve
Save yourself
the cracks are not waterproof,
they will eventually give.
Let me lie on the floor.
Leave me
Let go
I can’t go back
Make it go away
Let me go
I have to do this to you
I need you to know
I need you
To let me go
See that this is the best for you
Only for you
I can’t stay
for you
I can’t.
let me go
Faith Taryn Davies 
There is a place where hatred dies. I’ve often been in the place where hatred thrives. It has blocked the sun on a summer’s day. It has stopped the rain’s noise on the roof. It has leveled an earth cracked from drought. It has made me nothing more than a lump of flesh. And it has appeared often and powerfully, as if to brood over me as a cloud without color; not black or grey.
But there is a place where hatred dies. Now I look back to those days when it came to press upon me. Even there I remember that hatred was something. When I had nothing, I at least had hatred. But there is a place where even hatred dies. Then there is nothing. And the prospect of that agony is more than the brooding hatred.
So I searched out for anything I could do while it brooded over me. Perhaps I could twirl a coin. But there is a place where even twirling cannot be done; this place where hatred dies. Many think they will be rid of hatred and find a place of peace. But in the finding of that peace, they will find that even hatred has died in that place. As it has been our only friend, now even it has died. And nothing is left for eternity.
By His Grace.
thank you for your response..I responded to your poem in a new post.
I have no idea where you responded to that poem in a new post. I click your name and it goes to face book. I’d love to read your response.
it’s a new post in my blog https://faithtdavies.wordpress.com/2011/10/26/finding/
and I want you to know how much I truly appreciate your words, they truly meant a lot.
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