Beneath The Bruises
just because she
doesn’t say it ..
it doesn’t mean
that its
not thought ..
and just because
she doesn’t
cry none, it don’t
mean that
she’s no longer
hurting anymore ..
take it
from me, from
someone
that knows her ..
for beneath
the many bruises,
something
is awakening
yet it stirs quietly ..
some may
call it pride, I call
it dignity ..
but both of course
will do nicely ..
since she has long
been burnt out
and all but broken
and wasted
yet above all she
remains so
much a woman,
a wife and a
mother and yes,
maybe she
is someones extra
special friend ..
and though tired,
she still wants
nothing more than
just once to
be somebody’s lover ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I trust this speaks for itself and I may now be excused for much of the contempt I feel for certain members of my own species ..
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Comments2
So sensitive and real this poem touches the needs of an aging woman in a relationship that has worn too comfortable in its use and lost the shine of magic that is the dream of every young girl. So nicely done Neville a fave
What goes on behind some doors, we may not know......
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