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Hysterical Wreck To Me.

Updated on May 24, 2010

When love is

for whatever reason

surgically removed

from one's heart and soul

by sharp edged words

and cutting snips

or careless slips

that tear and wound

beyond most repair,

one is left in stitches....


what was an open relationship

is sewed up

beneath tight lines

on ones forehead.


It is usually the lips that are

sewn shut or ears sealed tight

for what can possibly be said

when there is no longer any joy in two.


When all that was

Siamese is now Sianora.


All laughter and compassion are

absent from the flesh

so recently bruised

and  suffering as well  

from countless old injuries

for sometime to come.


Love is a great healer,

denial often damages or kills.


Tears are its biggest side effect

and an aching emptiness

is filled with hopelessness.


Depression follows

and a desperate urge

of trying to rejoin

what was severed.


This has been known to all

who have endured it,

it is a hysterical wreck to me

where the lighter side

of hysterical is removed

and the darker side of hysteria

grows tumorous in ones soul.


Most grow numb with time

as love withers and dies

but there are occassional miracles

and regrowth has been known to occur

often creating a stronger bond....

and a lasting effect.


With gentle care

and a renewal of loving attention

a hysterical wreck to me

can be reversed

and the hysteria that caused

the losses of love and laughter

becomes a case history.


As two rejoin

and walk a healthier path

back into the future,

holding hands

with hearts as one.


All the scars are still

there but invisible

under love's remission.


Thus they go on.....

laughing together hysterically

in a good way

at what's to come.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III







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      Debarshi Dutta 7 years ago from Calcutta

      Well I seem to understand, that the tremendous demands of your creativity build up internal pressure which bursts forth through you sometimes and can create quite volcanic situations..And someone has to bear it..and there is a long list of wounds your mind and body has suffered from, most of which leave behind there mark.

      With all those is indeed more difficult for you than most.

      Although I can do nothing about it..the least I to understand and co-operate with all empathy that is due to you.

      Maybe that someone you depend on..and love terribly, feels tired at times.But pray he or she does not..because not all things in life are fair..and we are often at the mercy of other people..and are nothing as ourselves..

      I hope and pray for you.

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Beautiful MFB!

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      Kim Harris 7 years ago

      "When all that was

      Siamese is now Sianora."

      Love the way you play with words. I was surprised by the reconciliation. It reminds me of Vern's hub about relationships and cars: just because something is not working doesn't mean it's broken. Nice poem. Thanks.

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      Sa`ge 7 years ago from Barefoot Island

      "what was an open relationship"

      What is an open relationship?

      i never could fathom this,

      i mean really, is there a commitment here to each other?

      so why the heart ache if it is no longer?

      I have never been able to fathom this. ~aloha~

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 7 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Very up-lifting and another beautiful poem. I,m not going to try and rhyme it,nothing added would be good enough.

      This is one of your best.

      God Be With You

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      jen 7 years ago

      it's nice to have hope but it never happens like that... not in the world of reality.