Licking My Wounds
Monday, February 26th, 2007 | Literature and Noteworthy
Tags: ego, prose
Honestly, such result is expected. I kind of predicted my own fate, tragic but never surprising. However, it stills hurts as if someone brutally slices my confidence away, and with a mocking and nearly sinister smile on the face. Did I finally let go the last piece of my defeated confidence? I feel naked, standing in ancient battlefield where rains of arrows shower down on me. In dead silence I scream: poisonous arrowheads, pierce me! Pierce me, so I am completely overwhelmed with pain, so I am too painful to lift my arms to wipe the salty teardrop hanging on the corners of my eyes. World is vast, but I have no refuge. Like the line in the movie The Human Stain, “You look like a free man, but you think like a slave.” Perhaps more precisely, I am a slave of my own curse. Nevertheless, my face is still motionless, I still managed to get up after the fall, but just too tired to go anywhere. If you allow me, let me be alone so I can lick my wounds in solitude.
June 26, 2007
7:30 pm on Tuesday
Hi, I don’t know what your pain is about but I can so relate to what you say here. Yesterday I got kicked in the head (metaphorically) by someone I trusted. People always tell you that love will conquer all, or to always follow your heart etc. Well I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea any more. I gave everything I had and it didn’t melt anyone’s heart, just broke mine. So I’m going to have to go away and lick my wounds too. I have a river of tears to cry. It’s comforting to know that other people feel the same when they feel betrayed, although I would never wish it on anyone.
June 26, 2007
7:53 pm on Tuesday
Hi Ros, nice seeing you here and I am glad to see your comment. I know we are probably hurt by different events or people, but the feeling is universal. I feel the same way you described when knowing that someone out there feel the same or are in similar situation. Although we are hurt or betrayed or devastated, but I would like to advice you to cry and to find some way to vent, rather than let the wound to become hatred. Like what I wrote, I still managed to rise up, and after healing, I would rather love again than bringing more hatred to this world.
January 24, 2010
2:37 pm on Sunday
Hey pal! I’m just having a rough time too, maybe we can gmail and send each other strength. Same for Ros an Monk. Here I leave you my adress: v.whoarg@gmail.com