Scapegoat’s Paradox

Holding it in, close, became a strength

An essence, a nugget, bloom’s heart

Shaped by chinks, cracks, and splits

Of a shell you wished was a softer hue.

 

Relinquished, expelled, produced a body

The lucid form of your careful ambiguity

From a cold clay, carved and baked

An Image of remedy, poison, and sacrifice

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19 thoughts on “Scapegoat’s Paradox

  1. Such contrasting values, and, strange to find it, all in someone who’d been, scapegoated for something s/he didn’t even do, and it surely is, too easy, to scapegoat on someone else, than take the responsibilities ourselves that’s for sure!

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  2. “The lucid form of your careful ambiguity” that’s what comes flying out one day when you can’t hold your feelings in anymore, when that carefully constructed invisible shell cracks wide open. Well written, Elan, honest and evocative. 🙂

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