A New Use For Syringes
Push, Pull 04/26/2010
 
Push, Pull it happened again
The loss of a love
The loss of a friend
It was a ring on my finger
A syringe in my hand

The end of an era
The pain comes again
My heart has been callused
My life forever changed
By the ring on my finger
The syringe in my hand

With pain comes healing
With life comes change
I have removed the ring
Threw away the syringe

I need to find me
Become my own friend
Without the strength of the ring
Without the power of the syringe
 


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Mo
04/26/2010 19:31

Powerful!

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Ben Brummerhop
04/26/2010 19:36

Thanks Mo! I wrote this poem several weeks ago. I was not sure if I wanted to share it, but why would I stop sharing now!

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Tony
04/26/2010 19:50

Love it! I'm sorry you had to go through all that but happy that you're in such a great place now.

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Ben Brummerhop
04/26/2010 20:11

Thanks Tony! I love you and cherish your friendship!

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Stephie T
04/26/2010 21:14

"I need to find me
Become my own friend"

So many of us are blessed to call ourselves your friend. Your beauty lies not in who you are or aren't with. It lies in who you are. Period. And you, my darling friend, are an incredibly beautiful person. Someone who deserves your own love and friendship. As Buddha says, "You, of all people in the universe, deserve your own love."

Thank you for continuing to share. Thank you for continuing to be you. Without the ring, and without the syringe. I love you and all that you are. xoxoxoxo

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tony-with-a-j
04/26/2010 21:46

...didn't know that you were a poet, too.
so well said.
keep up the great work!!!

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joy
04/27/2010 06:35

you're a good guy Ben Brummerhop. So glad I get to know you.

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