That Familiar Thing.

How easy it is to choose the wrong bedfellow!

Our past, it is said, shapes and dictates our present.

You’d think that should teach us to see a lot better,

To hear a lot clearer

To feel a lot more sensitively

That familiar thing

That cuts right through the gut of our very being!

It is sad to admit, the heat from past hurts

Has set the heart to a rigidness to demand a right,

It is sadder still to realize

That in the very core of who we draw to us

Is that familiar thing

Needing to conform and possess us.

It beggars the question

“What heals the past?”

Do we have the courage to break or be broken?

Do we have the sensitivity to not break or be broken?

Are we capable of compassion?

Do we even know what it means?

Now lines have been crossed and boarders invaded.

This is simply the start of wounds to avoid.

The trick is to decide if a new line is required

While trust is rebuilt

Or if broken walls are best left undone.

We choose wrong bed fellows; yet it’s hard to define ‘wrong’.