Safe House

Safe House

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


Safe House

 

 

 

battered heart

checks into shelter

 

in place

jeans and tattered flannel

 

one more bed opened

safety in numbers

 

no beatings left to endure

almost stopped this time

 

learning, learning, learning

maybe not

 

 

too late

to survive

 

learning, learning, learning

still.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/20/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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The battered heart...it feels so sad to read...running from the hurt, seeking safe solace somewhere and yet all the learning in the world doesn't deter it from getting beaten again. What gives pain is what makes it tick. That's love, I think....

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I think it is love, DIVYA...yes, I agree...
thank you,
j.
Ah, a poem with the same last word! Do we ever really learn from mistakes when it comes to love? I think our hearts ignore what our brains tell us. We tend to make the same mistakes over and over again. Sad, but true. Never too late to survive if you ask me. There is always hope. Lydi**

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

great friends think alike....Still.
Lionel is smiling on us, Lydi.
thank you for your .. read more
Unfortunately we only learn from our mistakes and not our successes. This reminded me not only those homeless but those escaping domestic violence.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

I like your new photo, andrew.
And yes, why do you think it is that we just don't learn from .. read more
andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob I suppose I had to show my true identity one day now that i am over sixty lol.
The old heart can take only so many disappointments before it checks in at the Union Mission. Learning, learning, learning; it's the only true medicine.

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, John,
appreciate your insights...
j.
Pain and sadness and it invokes so many memories when I was homeless and also makes me feel the pain of current events and even all those without a bed and meals and our own isolation so so much in this piece. Very well written

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, Pat...
yes, tough times...
and for some, tougher than for others...
.. read more
Caught up in the Drama of life... no home... no Kin...
Only prayers from the Chapel bells can be heard.
At one time, Communities gave support to Shelters...
Now the population has grown like Dandelions
and no one to see their inner Beauty... a product of
Greed at high levels. Prayerfully, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

Yes,
GREED....
ugh.
Thank you, Pat.
j.
Some never learn and only know that way of life from the cradle .... thank goodness there are shelters .

Posted 3 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

thank you, Stella,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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