Open Poetry #41 |
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Hardened |
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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197![]() |
My hands were smooth and soft before hammer, ax and saw rubbed weeping blisters to cover pink skin. White snaking scars over knuckles and blisters leather into living gloves for armored claws to keep the world an arm away. My heart will not leather so. Hard use hardens my hands, but not my bruised and beaten heart. No scars can shield, no calluses can cushion a heart which will not harden. Love never hurt my open heart. It soaks through skin and bone like warm summer dew, to find my heart ragged and torn, but I cannot fear new love, for every cut and tear is an exit wound. Type II poet. Its worth the work. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Well said and very brave, bronzeage! - Owl |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"Love never hurt my open heart. It soaks through skin and bone like warm summer dew," ~ A loving heart like yours is meant to be kept open. Wear your battle scars like a badge of honour. ![]() Loving hug, EA |
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