Some days I'm o.k.
In fact,
some days,
dare I say,
I'm more than o.k.,
I'm ecstasy herself.and she allows me to forget
a part of me is
dying.Then, there are days
days like today
and yesterday
and the day before that when
after disrespecting that forgetting was my sole pain-killer
and testing the infliction of my memory,
I'm forced to acknowledge
that
underneath my poorly nursed cloth
and bandaid
after all this time
I'm still bleeding.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...