To the Brink

In ignorance
I had condemned
Those who wished
To live no more:

Then I glimpsed
My own abyss
And could not face
The sight I saw.

Not one of us
Could truly say
ĎFrom that water
I will not drink',

Until a dry
And stony road
Has brought us, thirsty,
To the brink.

(c) Marie E Cadavieco 28/11/09

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Written on 2009-11-28 at 14:00

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Very true. None of us can judge anothers choices, and that choice, is the darkest road, on which, but for the love of god, all of us could tread, at any time in our lives. We do feel great anger, when someone we loves, leaves us in such a way, we blame ourselves, we blame them, it is just grief, going its way.

The thing about the brink, is knowing how to step back.

Great write, so good to meet your work marie.

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This poem is elegant in its simplicity and wise in its message.
Thank you, Nick.