Tag: candour

  • Poem: A Faulty Memory – 19/07/20

    Poem: A Faulty Memory – 19/07/20

    How to explain away an error when my intention was not cruel?
    How to apologise when my memory’s retention simply wasn’t running so smooth?
    How to insist I didn’t mean any offence when the point made was that I just didn’t understand?
    Honest and truthful, and by my own, not another’s devices,
    I feel one true lacking of mine has been brought to hand.
    
    I want to explain away the memory slip,
    that simply because I didn’t understand,
    that because I did not recall,
    doesn’t mean that I don't appreciate 
    his work and this witty man,
    
    that with my mind constantly being plagued by
    doubts and critical thoughts of myself,
    and wondering whether I am right 
    within this written world,
    that sometimes my own insecurities can 
    override my capacity to remember
    every word written by someone other than me.
     
    I can’t always remember what I had on my toast in the morning,
    I can’t quite remember whether I left the light on in
    my second room in the evening,
    I can’t seem to recall exactly how a
    certain name is pronounced,
    often let alone what it was,
    I need to clarify some facts,
    their ordering, with another,
    because sometimes others recall specific facts better.
     
    I may be on the ball with most things,
    I may recall turns of phrases,
    or another’s habits or their privately revealed feelings,
    I may remember which spices to put into your tea,
    but please understand,
    sometimes there are too many facts to remember for me.
     
    I didn’t mean any offence, 
    and I hope none has been taken,
    that truthfully your words were fact,
    a wry throw-away expression,
    
    I thank you for a lack of admonishment, any upset, or lamentation,
    because I think, to you,
    I am known for being kind and wanting the best for you,
    and I’d not purposefully forget something if I knew
    it would make pain dire,
    
    all in all, I want it to be known 
    that a memory slip was just that,
    it was not purposeful, it was not called for,
    I just forgot.
    Please understand that.  
    
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    Photo by Kyaw Tun on Unsplash

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  • Some Candid Thoughts – 14/07/20

    I was told: no one wants to hear about your problems. No one is interested in them. They’re not problems, I wanted to explain, they’re reflections, ruminations, story-telling. Is anyone bothered by the tales I share? I’m sharing hoping for relatablity. For the ability to connect, to cause a feeling, or emotion, within the person who’s reading.
     
    I don’t mean to perturb, though sometimes my shares will shock. That’s not my main intent. I am concerned by their statements. Because, if it is true that people don’t want to read, why do I have readers return to read my words, the numbers may have fallen but of my release, I am still hanging on.
     
    I am grateful for each single word you read, which you digest. If you can’t make it all the way through, I understand, some topics may not be for you. But I appreciate that you are here as part of a type of therapy, the sharing allows an offloading feeling, the heaviness of a topic shared between others lightens the load.
     
    I’m not a woman constantly filled with turmoil, a walking accident, a travelling mistake. I suffer and thrive from many things that you do, too. We could be one and the same, for all I know.
     
    We may not be so different after all. Thank you for your comments and encouragement on my posts, also. They really do mean a lot, and make me feel as though I’m on the right path with my writing.

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