I'm not one for words tonight. I think the last two poems I wrote sum up my emotions.
I wish for you
a dark night
void of stars.
How else will you see
the moon's white glow
lightly caress
bare black branches?
In the Ring
My life is a constant battle
of bruises and bullies.
Are you fighting too?
Remember, dear friend.
Our scars do not deform us,
they define us.
Go another round.
My life is a constant battle
of bruises and bullies.
Are you fighting too?
Remember, dear friend.
Our scars do not deform us,
they define us.
Go another round.
3 comments:
get well tamra, and allow yourself to be taken care of... so true nothing in life is linear. I hope you are already on the mend. get good sleep and light will come
Cora
"Our scars do not deform us"
Truer words were never spoken. I fight to still see myself as me. I fight to not look through the fuzzy lens of chronic pain.
May you have the strength to go another round, and may there not be many more rounds.
bare black branches... beautiful writing!
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