Tonight at the dverse poets pub Ingirid invited us to take a look at pain in poetry. I have gone with the pang of guilt i felt at putting a heckler down at an open mic. I have suffered at the hands of bullies a lot in my life and even now i still feel guilty at standing up to them. i know i should not but i cannot fight my inner empath.
Stood up front at open mic,
To share our home planets pain,
At our greedy ways.
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Repugnant quip hurled,
Pendulous silence thwacks
The clamour from the room.
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Mind Lost in fleeting shock untill,
Heckler put down uttered in irritation,
Heckler mocked and muzzled.
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My poetry set concluded,
Empathy thrusts into being,
Why My guilt trip kicks in,
at my uttering of heckler put down.

© 12/10/2021 rogleach
It sounds like the heckler deserved it, but I can also understand the feeling of empathy. It can sometimes lead people to think we are weak and try to bully us, when really this is the truest form of strength, to feel for those who cause us pain. Pain always teaches us something about ourself.
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Thank you
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I think most of us have trouble setting proper boundaries. To stand up for ourselves without feeling we have depleted someone else. (K)
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That’s for sure
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Hecklers have absolutely no business interrupting people who come to perform on stage. They deserve to be put down. 💝💝
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I think we need to feel that pain… the heckler is a human too, and who knows his pains?
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