Bleed

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart (Photo credit: dog.happy.art)

Whispering ego
Speaking its need
Self-justification
Hiding its greed
Will our pure will
Ever be freed
From all the places
Our true selves bleed?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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11 Responses to Bleed

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    My ego doesn’t whisper. It jumps up and down and shouts at me in a silly, high-pitched voice.

  2. And…. what about those parts of the ego that evades us? hmmmmm…..
    Food for thought Sis 😉

  3. well penned.
    Have a great new month.

  4. sigh….on a journey to find my true self……I loved this, Sis!

  5. lala1966 says:

    Oh no! the ego! Great poem once again xx

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