Wounded
Your soul is like a fragile fossil.
Petrified from the hatred, of your friends and foes
Even your best friend, has betrayed you.
It gets all broken, full of cracks.
With all those hard words, thrown at you like stones,
That brake and destroy you.
But in time you learn, your heart turns to steel,
So hard and unfeeling, emotion-less and yet
You’re still light-hearted
Like an innocent child you forgive them
But they’re words no longer
Affect your heart and soul.
Like dust floating around, out on a warm sunny day
They no longer mean anything to you
They pass by unnoticed.
Not touching you by a mile.
The war is over.
You moved far away
They are but a small memory, in the back of your mind
But heal you never will.
Jolene B. Gross.
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Written April 9th, 2003
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Awesome write cuz! Didn't know u were THAT good! Keep it up...there are a few typos, but its great!
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The imagery was beautiful. This poem took my breath away. A great piece!
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