On the map of pain throughout my life
There are purple bruises shaped like fingers around my throat
Delivered with whispered words of distrust in midnight hours made for love
On the map of pain throughout my life
There is a broken wrist
Snapped like twigs by my protector Stealing my creativity and my ability to express
On the map of pain throughout my life
There is a cancer growing within me
Stealing my future children and the abundance of love I have to give
On the map of pain throughout my life
There is a shattered foot
Crushed and twisted
Taking with it my fierce independence and freedom
On the map of pain throughout my life
You
My friend
Are just a paper cut.
- Author: jenny.g ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2022 04:08
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 25
- Users favorite of this poem: Paul Bell, darknessandlight
Comments2
Tough one, and a tough message for anyone starting a relationship. Get them checked out and save yourself the future pain and misery.
Thanks Paul. Based on past experiences, lessons have well and truly been learnt. Present and future people only get a paper cut.
This is very moving and very powerful. It speaks of your strength and will. You are a survivor
Thank you
You're welcome
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