Like an amputee
A part of me has been unwillingly removed
Severed from my aching body.
And just like an amputee
The phantom pains keep me up at night.
And the realization of the lose more
Painful
Than the loss itself.
The memory of the limb
More useful
More holy
Than the limb itself.
The inability for reconciliation.
Time that marches ahead with
Two Solid Feet.
And the Limb
Who has found a new body
To attach to
Without remorse for the old.
Copyright Oren Peleg 2010
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