Feed the injured heart
That it becomes strong again
~~ Relearning to love
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: suffering
Sticks And Stones
Sticks and stones may break one’s bones,
But words most certainly hurt.
Bones do heal as time has shown,
While words eternal pain can exert.
Some will use age as a valid excuse
For exhibition of poor behavior.
Even if you were some eccentric recluse,
This still wouldn’t serve as your savior.
All the money in this world does not buy you the right
To treat others as something less human.
On judgement day you will see the shortness of sight,
And your legacy will be seeking absolution.
Your racism only serves to sever the bonds
You should have with your sisters and brothers.
Claiming foul play when they choose to respond,
Treating them not as friends, but as others.
Bury your head in the proverbial sand,
Denying your views are archaic.
You won’t get away with the slap of a hand,
For in hate and prejudice you partake.
You’d think that these words would have long ago past
Into the annals of far ancient history.
Yet time and again they rear their ugly heads,
Why to me remains an elusive mystery.
Let bygone-be-bygones aren’t we one and the same,
Dealing with the hand we’ve been given.
Helping one another is the name of the game,
To live in love in this life that we’re living.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tell Me
Tell me you are not moved,
Tell me the innocence does not stir your soul.
The joy in their youthful faces,
The way their eyes smile before the camera.
Tell me you don’t weep for the parents,
Tell me you don’t shed a tear for their tears,
The lose and the pain,
The feelings of helplessness.
Tell me this tragedy is justified,
Tell me this crime is ordained by God,
The cowards hiding behind religion,
The animals stealing the innocent for profit.
Tell me, why did the outrage take so long,
Tell me what the world is waiting for,
The children to fade from memory,
The guiltless to die.
Tell me they will be brought home safely,
Tell me they won’t remember the horror,
The torture of separation,
The terror of being alone.
Tell me this will not happen again,
Tell me that education is not a crime,
The girls are our future,
The criminals will be brought to justice.
Tell me…
Tell me if you can.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Filleted Flesh From Bone
Filleted flesh from bone
Cut by separations blade
My love so distant
Pain so intense I’m in tears
Draining blood from heart and soul
When will my wounds mend
When will tears finally dry
When will torment end
Reuniting with my love
Never again torn apart
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Judge, Jury, Executioner
Judge, jury, executioner,
We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,
Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet
Playing god with those we deem less significant.
Who handed us the gavel?
Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?
Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?
We dole out this punishment with little thought
All because we call them pests
Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,
But this is not our role in this world.
Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?
We all have a time,
You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,
One that will bring the end with or without intervention,
Though not determined by our hands.
…The sanctity of life.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Raging Storms of Emotion
Raging storms of emotion
Depressing spirits,
Letting go–while oft advised, remains elusive.
Instead we choose to perpetuate past wrongs,
Embodying our history as if the present,
Reliving it day after day after day.
This does not promote the fullness of life,
Rather it stunts our happiness;
That which is our God given right.
Healing begins with forgiveness,
Forgiving yourself…
Not for the despicable act
That which was not of your doing,
But for the effect it has on your soul.
It is not necessary to forgive the perpetrator,
They are not worthy–
Nor a requisite for healing.
This is your life,
Take it back,
Live in the light,
Dig deep within yourself,
Choose to live in the joy that was gifted to you
–By your birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pray Tell (Sonnet)
Pray tell–Does the universe despise me?
Beleaguered by torment and pain;
I drown as a ship down at sea,
No longer having anything to gain.
Projecting my anguish on others unknown,
Fate lies beyond the boundaries of my soul.
Smiles and laughs behind stone faces shown,
Nothing left of my heart, but a bottomless hole.
Tell me where…oh where does blame lie?
Surely without I am most convinced.
A belief to the day this body dies,
As casket lid closes on my last pain winced.
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Could it be–that perhaps it is I, that has all along been to blame,
None other than me by my God given name.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cataclysm
A cataclysm
Things…
Not just any things, but everything
Erupting…
Spewing fire, rock, ash
Vesuvius in the flesh
Raining devastation in torrents
Emotions flooding
Consuming everyone…
Nothing is spared
Rage uncontrollable
Wielding immense power
Resulting in blood and tears
Those that worship are left in ruins
Blaming themselves…
Their actions for this travesty
Without shame
Destructive behavior persists
Until there was nothing left
Nothing, but ashes and rubble
And a legacy of carnage
That will last for generations
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crack In The Sidewalk
Cracks in this decrepit sidewalk,
Jagged…from narrow to wide to narrow again,
Desolate except for the weeds that call them home.
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I tread carefully, almost gingerly,
To avoid bridging the divide,
To avoid crushing the resilient squatters.
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Fragile are their tender shoots,
Breaking at the slightest tug,
Recoiling back into the safety of the crevasse.
Wounded they wait for confidence to return,
Only then rearing their heads above the horizon,
This act plays out continuously until the final stand.
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The final stand when ripped out by the root,
Poisoned ‘til they shrivel up and die,
Or trampled to oblivion.
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Stunted and savaged,
We will never know for sure
Whether they be weeds
…Or perhaps the most beautiful of wildflowers.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Staring Blindly Into The Great Beyond (Sonnet)
Staring blindly into the great beyond
Feet broken and blistered at life’s crossroad
Scarcely knowing how to respond
From bearing these trials, a heavy load
This burden great, when might it end
Providing the bounty the Lord inspired
My back is weary with painful bend
Longing for rest, I’m oh so tired
Fate has dealt a sour hand
One which beats this soul far down
A wish to stand on solid land
Is swallowed up and surely drowned
In the end where doth fault lie
Somewhere unknown when this body dies
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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