Invisible Bleeding
Bleed— a word for what spills from a wound.
But what about wounds you can’t see?
They bleed too— quietly, constantly.
You feel it, the pain of bleeding. Not sharp like a cut— but deep, slow, familiar.
And that’s the hardest part— it hurts like something leaking, breaking, dying beneath the surface.
But no one sees it. Not even you, not right away.
So it takes longer to come to terms with the pain— because pain you can’t see is pain you have to believe.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is one of my favorites I have written about the pain I have felt from a past experience
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This poem speaks with a familiar voice and the metaphor fits. Emotional wounds bleed and hurt but can not be seen. being invisible they can be denied. A hard read. Well done
Well written and expressed
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