Alesia Leach Poet Free verse

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I didn’t see the blast--
just felt it after,
in the hush of your retreat.

No scars to stitch,
just words
lodged in soft tissue.
They ache when it rains.

You said, "It's not like I hit you,”
but silence detonates too.
It tears in quiet,
spreads slow as bruising thoughts.

Now I walk crooked,
smile with hesitation,
and check every room
for the pieces I’ve left behind.

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Justin Bordner May 13, 2025 at 6:03 PM "Just words lodged in soft tissue, they ache when it rains...spreads slow as bruising thoughts." The depths of your emotions are soo organic with fresh expression Poetess. This poem also has a aromatic touch of the enigmatic, which is hot because it spread the application of meaning...J.A.B. Alesia Leach May 18, 2025 at 12:46 PM Justin, thank you for feeling the weight and texture of this one. Your words capture the ache so well--and I love that you sensed the enigma threaded through it. Some wounds linger not in pain, but in poetry, and your response makes that ache feel understood.

Paige Hind May 11, 2025 at 2:49 PM Very deep, really enjoyed reading - Alesia Leach May 11, 2025 at 3:29 PM Thank you so much, Paige. I really appreciate you taking the time to read it--this one came from a real place, so it means a lot to know it resonated with you.