Memory intertwined
untied
Uncaring actions transcribed
cast away by
self-insulation
past emotion and present feeling
filtering
casting fabricated shadows
on the far side of a fake light
Exaggerations
words to soothe self-interest
to placate the wish
hoping the unbelief will make
actions disappear
Deletions from memory
serve to save
one’s fear of their own
true potential for brokenness
self-absorption
to escape from submission to truth
the rewritten past
becomes a mirror that reflects
what one wants to see
so
their eyes won’t dwell upon
their actual selves
for
that would require
change to come
or
the understanding
wrapped within
fallen
sinful
action
is honesty that
comes from one’s heart
and
one doesn’t
want
to handle that
reality
2:25 pm
29 August 2011
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I don’t usually explain my poetry as that too often what the reader might glean from any of it will be far better than what I put into it. But, since this is straightforward enough, I am left with a question. We’ve all heard how our own eyes colour what we see, colour the past.
I keep having these questions rolling around. How is it that we can be so blind to our self-interest that we end up rewriting history? The good, the bad, whatever. Doesn’t it amaze you how even shared experiences often look so radically different from another set of eyes?
Sadly, most of the time when this happens, it tells us so much more about our own hearts and minds than we would like. Confronted with our actions and face-to-face with our motivations, we readily rewrite the happenstance to push those into a dark corner of our experience so we don’t have to deal with them.
