I am Mercury but I cannot convey my feelings to you A communicator talking to a brick wall I speak and you hear a foreign language You are deaf to my words Oblivious to my feelings One more roll of your eyes I cannot stand When did you stop listening? When did you stop remembering? When did it become okay to disrespect me? When did I become such an irritant? I am rendered speechless Frightened now to use my words fearing they will be misconstrued and weaponized to fight against me
I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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13 thoughts on “The Messenger”
Perfectly explained Christine…. and never shoot the messenger….
Perfectly explained Christine…. and never shoot the messenger….
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Thanks Ivor. I wasn’t too happy with it but I’m happy you understood it 🙂👍
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Interesting perspective at the end how the messenger’s words can be weaponized against the messenger.
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Thank you Frank😊
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This is so well put, Christine. So often words are misconstrued.
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Tell me about it!! ☺️😳
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Let the buyer beware of Mercury, and spare the messenger!
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🙂 yes!
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I agree! Hope you are having a good weekend.
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Thanks Grace. Yes! Hope you are too ☺️
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I think it’s very hard not shooting the messanger… alas
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Yes, we all seem to do that, don’t we?
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