Christopher Delegans Poet Free verse

Unspoken Damage

One way or the other
These things sort themselves out
Or do they

Seeded
Nurtured
Or left to fester and burn
Until the smoke becomes the air we breathe

Solved or unresolved
A blemish for some
A scar for the remainder
The kind that throbs
Long after the wound is gone

Silent walls
Ridiculously linger
Towering stubborn
Built from nothing
But the words withheld and the truths avoided

All of it
Every bruise
Every burn
So easily undone
By simple communication

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David Crandall April 12, 2026 at 4:29 PM Thoughtful, true, thought inducing, and inspiring - this serves as a pep talk for me on my forthcoming communication "project". Christopher Delegans April 13, 2026 at 8:50 PM Thanks, David. Nice of you to share and glad you found it encouraging.

sara Etgen-Baker April 12, 2026 at 3:12 PM I agree with John....our world is a desperate place that seems to create desperation at every turn Christopher Delegans April 13, 2026 at 8:50 PM It definitely seems that way at times. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, Sara.

John Fleming April 11, 2026 at 5:49 PM Wise words indeed. So many issues that so many people have to contend with...and quite often not of their making; and so many people turned bad or just plain evil because there was nobody there to hear them when their tormentor was at play. What a desperate World we live in. You have made a good fist of this - well penned! :) john Christopher Delegans April 13, 2026 at 8:49 PM Thanks for reading and sharing your kind words, John.