Idinraha unshackled...

"It would not tear her apart, as it just
nibbled on her in accepted aches"
Very nicely done... I am shivering after this read, shivering to think how much sometimes one really wants to own such pain and let it consume one in little measured bites,,,,,You dug deeply here, "now cover up this gaping hole before someone like me comes along & 'Pouffft' falls in....well I can never stay mad, sad or depressed for long,,I have lots of living & dancing to do. tra la la--------->plunk',,.ooops

I am now convinced that you were either a woman once, in some past life, or just a POET, Who like all good poets, have the benefit of an androgynous mind.
I have never allowed sorrow to nibble away at me, nor Have I ever walked by it. Instead I have quite literally stood and stared it down, and risked my own spiritual death. I would rather be torn down in one blow and become visibly woumded, so that I may know the nature and force of my adversary, then to permit it to take me down in increments so small that I never feel enough justification to protest loudly.
You have a better chance of recovery if you feel pain with great intensity and risk spiritual death , then to take your poison in doses so small that by the time you notice the IV dripping in your veins, you are too weak to tear it out. Thank you POET FOR such a beautiful reflective piece.

I beg your pardon, but emotionally I am a woman now, you should see how I flirt with guys, since I am an equall apourtunity flirter.

And about the sorrows, these two women have lost such a big parts of their lives, that they mean to accept, and keep their sorrows, and the nibbling is what makes them still feel, and stay alive. It is easier to be torn done, and get it over with, but the sorrow is the only thing left for them to claim, that is where men and women are so different, women are nurtureres, they now how to claim, they have better knowing of what they need in their lives too, and they are much more in tune with their needs, and more in control. They are also better survivers, and have a better knowing how to take care of themselves, and if you accept Pain, it does not hurt as much, for you are in control, and you have come in terms with it. and believe me, I do enjoy where I stand so close to all the beaties and mysteries of these creatures, I am blessed, and there is a clarity in my stand.

I know Chey, I do get chills after I write pieces like this, of the depth of their pain, but I also admire how the women in my poetry are so amazingly strong and in control, " It took a long time for her to accept......" men are not capable of such acceptance, they either have to forget, or get drunk, they do not know how to live with pain. required reading my dear, Try MONDAY IN BLUE, or THE QUIET HEART, or MY FLESH, YOUR BONES, and then to balance them, FOREPLAY, and PARTNER DANCING, and THE KISS, I hope you enjoy them, HER GREEN AFRICA, also has a strong woman depicted in it.

"In the seen there will be just the seen, in the heard just the heard, in the sensed just the sensed, in the thought just the thought. That is the end of sorrow."
Buddha

*Note: copy and paste my review from poets.com if you want

You made me cry. As I was laying next to Hanna,for a moment, I remembered Sepideh and picutred the whole incident in my mind. She's gone thru so much that I don't think she feels anymore. If you don't mind, I want to send this to Sepideh. I've actually thought of inviting her to your site. We can never understand what she goes through every second of her life but it should make her feel better to know we share her sorrow.

well, LiL sis, I hope your tears did not wet your balls, you are wellcomed to send it to SEPIDEH, or Mary, DAWOOD'S wife, I did not write the piece for them, but dedicated it to them. i hope you are enjoying your new job, and pls ask them if they also have a job, for a CONFUSED MAN, with a big mouth, and an over sized head.