Michele Godleske Poet Free verse

If Wrists Could Speak

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously brought into existence
by silent shreds
of emotion:

Jagged sighs,
wretched smiles,
come journey Dysfunction.

We beg your brave outsiders' senses
to peer

Are you
Perplexed by soft whispers
that emanate Clear
from each
line?

Does our breadth
of a slice
of depth
of vice

the stripping of seams
to bloodlines
within,

defy perfect dreams
of sweet nectar
skin?

Dare you touch these velvet ropes
muddied
from cold steel
hue

now dry 
in caked puddles 
of lost hopes,

once winding
thick
through?

Fear
loathe
pity us Not

We scars

so judiciously sought into existence
by silent shreds
of promise:

Sound larks
of empathy's
song,

Heed the marks
of our concern,
liquid and long...

We merely yearn
to be forgotten

in realms of healing
Hope
begotten.

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Jslambert Mister Roboto August 2, 2014 at 10:37 PM I'M WITH jaY. I can't say much for loss of words. POWERFUL, spellbinding stuff only few will fully grasp on this site. You got the goods poetess!~ another 7 ...I'm blaring Nirvana right now and the same tragedy intrigues in Kurt Cobain's lyrics. "Beat me Outta Me" he is screaming right now" love you so much it makes me sick, come on over and do the twist, beat me outta me"

Jay Loveless April 8, 2009 at 10:02 AM Powerful, I think that this is very strong. Amazing work, this is a fav. Id love to say more, but I can think of nothing else to say. ~Jese

Daver Austin December 13, 2008 at 12:30 PM I suppose there are many ways, both violent and seemingly mild. I've tried a couple, but outgrew it with old age..."In realms of healing, Hope begotten." You have a lot to say. Very refreshing. Love, daver