Thursday, February 23, 2017

A Poem

Today I opened
my heart to you,
bare and beating free.
It quivered and wilted
under your gaze,
waiting for the lash.
Before it only knew
dull pain,
silent betrayal,
and the melancholy rush.
I opened a wound
once scabbed over
now raw and swollen
with memories.
Today it was
set free
by the ease of

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1 comment:

  1. Vivid. I like the way that at the end of the poem I'm not sure whether to be happy, sad, or sadhappy. Hm. Perhaps that's the beauty of poetry ... No emotion is as simple as a single word.