by Ethel Mortenson Davis
When I came close
to you,
you took a knife
and began
stabbing me all over.
And
the pain
was so great
I could hardly
bear it.
But, as I looked
into the mirror
there were
no wounds, no blood.
But I felt great pain
and many stab wounds.
How could this be?
I looked again
into the mirror,
and on your chest
were many wounds,
and
blood was pouring out
all over
your body.
fourwindowspress 
Sometimes a strange and unexpected poem comes to us, and its full meaning only apparent after some time. I suspect this is one of those. I know its evolving power will grow over time, with me anyway, Ethel
This is part of a series of healing poems. I want those who read it to think. Thanks. Ethel.
Reading this has left me breathless…..
Reblogged this on Eremophila's Musings and commented:
Words that reach out and grab one’s heart…..
Thank you for reblogging and your comment. Ethel
Scary Ethel brilliant poem. xxx
Thanks. Ethel
Beautiful. Could be interpreted in so many ways!
Noticing the other side of the coin can be a great revelation…