Ache
An ache can come in many forms, my feet would ache from standing-working nine hours. Many have an ache from words, cruel and hurtful not needed to be said. My mouth bled and ached, when my wisdom teeth were pulled. After a baby is born you have tears of joy, with a huge body ache. When you lose a loved one you ache, your heart is broken into a million pieces. Life is filled with many kinds of aches, they come in all sizes and shapes.
Date Written: 4/23/2021
2 Place
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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