It is currently 12:19 AM on March 19 2020. I will now attempt to finish that free verse I "spoke" about last.
"Nothing good can stay."
Can't quite remember
Where that's from
But
It's true
At least when it comes to my
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There are truths unchanged
in the world;
One of them is pain
Never goes away-
You just deal with it
like the voices in your head.
Pain is a vice
A boa constrictor
Than cannot be killed.
It has a sound- multiple in fact
but not a lot of people realize that.
To me it sounds like
The CRUNCH of bone breaking
when it meets skin covered bone.
To me it is the
wailing of a hungry child and the
whining of a wounded animal.
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It is that feeling of disgust and loathe and hate
that you cast upon yourself
(You must believe it's not your fault that you were raped.)
Pain is screaming personified
the kind where you go hoarse
It can be mundane, like stubbing your toe
Oh there's much worse.
D
Mental, physical
spiritual, psychological
all part of you, yet not;
It hurts there too, does it not?
Y
This once good host,
innocent in it's birth
has been pained and hurt and leached of all its worth.
But it is strong and resilient and female and brilliant
and so
today
It stands.
A stallion, tall
Proud.
Watch it soar from the stands.
Finished at 12:41
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This poem is a little abstract, but the essentiality of it is that it is talking about a body (once "good" and "whole") that has been abused. Let me know what you thought it was about.
Much love
Kelly :*
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