A place in my heart
is bleeding
for the words of a friend
I am needing
This canvas of life
we all travel
without her words
will unravel
to a
static and stale
crumpled, dull and pale
ticket
used and forgetten
in the pocket of a sport coat
at the lost and found.
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4 comments:
words.
both cut and heal.
hope we have a balance.
but less cuts and more healing would stop the bleeding.
you make me smile. :)
mistipurple - I find I need to read what this little circle of bloggers write, each are complete worlds to explore and contemplate and of course write about/for/to/at/away from etc... And when {I} is in a slump I feel especially impoverished, weak and bleeding.
{illyria} - Good! I like that.
words can be brilliant masquerades
but its the simple honest ones which are brave and which touch the heart deepest.
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