Debt

My debt to you
is this
Turned cheek and not
a kiss
Closed door and not
your friend
No beginning, just
the end

Your debt to me
unpaid
Justice still remains
delayed
You can only be
denied
I hope this wounds
your pride

(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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12 Responses to Debt

  1. Skye says:

    ….get out of my head. πŸ™‚ Actually, you can stay there. I rather enjoy your company. This was very well done, Sis. Big hugs!

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    I’ve had to turn my cheek on quite a few people in my time. More often than not, both cheeks, at once, pants round my ankles.

  3. Ray says:

    Love it, Helen.

  4. i wish this would be the lyrics for a song … everyone singing i hope this wounds … your pride

  5. Cubby says:

    So catchy. Love this! πŸ™‚

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