Constance La France Poet Free verse

Pain

 

I call forth pain
      upon myself willingly
  plunging a sharp dagger each day
            into my own heart
                     by remembering
    oh, you cannot see my hidden wounds
             as I hide them well
        for my scars are mine to love
but I pen grieving words of pain and loss
            written with my blood
      from this weeping, weeping soul
                   how can I not do so
  and I send my tears on fluttering wings
      that swirl and drift in the wind 
              and my wish is, oh
         please land in gentle hands ...

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April 24, 2023


Poetry/Verse/pain
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1542-516-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France

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