out of every heartache
springs beauty
a flood of creation
cut me open
bleed my wounds on to the page
hoping to exorcise the demons
crashing around pushing on my ribs
threatening to scratch out of my throat
giving me this raspy drawl
the constant fight
to keep them down
along with my breakfast
from two days ago
such a beautiful thing
this pain
it colors the world around me
bathed in yellow light
like a fading bruise
bleeds into my skin
this peculiar pigment
tattoos me
Comments
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You touch on a very important point here . . . such feelings do impact your whole body. Emotional pain can take more of a toll than physical pain.
For me, I find I can not write about fresh pain . . . I have to let time go by and then I write about my memories of the pain. Maybe the fresh pain is just still to sensitive to the touch.
Great write. You capture the feeling so well.
Garrison
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