This Being Human Business

From squalor and trash,
A rising is witnessed.
Forgiveness is wished,
But a pain condoned...
Has been felt alone although unshown.

A mind conflicted frees from its limits.
Breaks to escape to initiate a taste of heartache.
And a choice is made to unleash and invade...
With a loosening of a harnessed and harbored feeling.
Sitting with an itch that can not be dismissed.

Sitting between a forgetting with forgiveness.
And a demeaning remembered intentionally inflicted.
What should one do...
When a gratefulness of blessings expressed,
Has also spoiled too?

Hmmm...
This being human business isn't easy.
Especially when an unwanted suffering has been endured.

'Shouldn't that be...
This 'human being' business? '

I got up early this morning,
So I would not have to listen to you.
Now go back to sleep.
These thoughts I'm having,
Are not subconscious, thank you.

'You are right!
This being 'human' business isn't easy!
At all.'

Whatever.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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