Guard
The knife goes in and out,
Easily and systematically
Slicing open the same wound
Over and over.
“Give it a rest!”
You might cry,
“You’ve done enough damage
As it is.”
You might but no one
Will listen.
Oh, they will hear,
And chalk it
Up to complaining
And needing to
Toughen up.
“Aren’t you satisfied?”
You try again,
Unwilling to fight
Back…yet,
“Can’t you back off
For just a bit?”
The knife swiftly cuts
New wounds,
Showing no signs
Of ceasing.
You glance up,
Your eyes soft
But firm.
“No more,”
You state,
Wrenching the knife
Away,
“No more.”
You raise up
Your guard,
Your eyes sad.
“I tried…I tried.
But you wouldn’t
Listen.”
1 comments:
Heh. This made me think of a Lewis quote...
"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience."
The sad thing is that it is sincere, and it is--in the mind of the person--"for your own good"; it hurts so much more because of it.
I may write another blog post (heh...haven't done that in months) regarding the issue of quality of Love and it's necessity; i.e. it's not just whether you love someone intensely, but whether you love them rightly.
Do me a favor; if I ever start trying to mold you into my own image of what I think you should be, slap me and tell me to hit the road. You are to be conformed to God's image alone, not my idea of what His image looks like.
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