Suicide Bomber In Your Soul Poem by Mary Nagy
Suicide Bomber In Your Soul
Given too freely
this can become ammunition
a weapon used against you
like a suicide bomber
in your soul.
Never given
this can become isolating
as you will only trust yourself
and have nowhere to turn
during the darkest days
which are gauranteed to come.
Once broken
this can very rarely be repaired
to it's original state
of pure and honest sincerity
always having a doubt in the corner
resurfacing it's ugliness
just when you need it the most.
Truly appreciated
this can be the greatest gift
you will ever give
or receive.
Once it's yours cherish it
as you would a treasure
that you may never have again.
Trust is a very delicate creature.
That's a beautifully constructed poem Mary, as usual your immaculate way of writing, nothing missed, nothing left out. All there to soak up. Loved it so much. Love Ernestine XXX
Yes, I'm sure Rusty is right. It's trust. I mean, if it were ammonium nitrate, it would only work in the first stanza.
I think Rust has a good point about Trust. A fine poem, either way! -chuck
this a fantastic poem.. powerful and poignant, well done for this fine piece! ! HBH
Excellent and deep poem. And the whole truth is always best, nothing but will ever do. Best H
A very good write, though I had the end by the second verse: The poem as puzzle or challenge to the reader. Well-crafted and wise. A lot of truth in this one. With kind regards, Hugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 7:27:57 PM # 1.0.0
A beautiful poem Mary....and so true....I sense the frailty here....of opening up...it's a total expansiveness of ones self....a giving to another human being in this way is sacred and yes, a gift....once tred upon, will take the wind out your sails...but like all lifes challenges, you pick yourself up....wipe the dirt off your knees and try not to get hardened over it....Yours is a beautiful heart...keep it sweet~