Suffering Arena

The one who has ears will know for sure that every time I give myself over to gossips,
every time I slander,
I lock the other in a filthy swirl of dry and sour words,
I do not talk, in reality, about anything else but my own suffering, my own difficulties to simply be,
I talk about my own insecurities.

I know that every time I indulge in criticizing or put somebody down, I dig the arena of suffering a bit deeper.

©FJ Nov 2021
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