Pain is a mysterious thing:
You can cut yourself open,
let blood ooze out
till it dries up
yet you may feel no pain.
But a mere word or action
from one you care most--
if you let it stab your heart
may render you helpless
and paralysed,
even when it bleeds,
not.
Physical wound takes time to heal,
leaves a scar or two
and people would ask you why;
but to heal the wound on the heart
may take more than a lifetime
leaving invisible scars
nobody cares about.
Ah, indeed--
Pain is a mysterious thing!
HBY,
14 December 2020,
10.39pm.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
