Hurt:
Sprained ankle
Rough night
TruthHarm:
Wandering without shoes
Disconnect from family
Memories hidden in the dark
Absence of little ones
NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015
Photo by favim.com
Hurt:
Sprained ankle
Rough night
TruthHarm:
Wandering without shoes
Disconnect from family
Memories hidden in the dark
Absence of little ones
NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015
Photo by favim.com
You did so much with a few words. Very potent.
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Eclectic Alli wrote today’s poem 😀
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Lol I wasn’t awake when I read your comment. I wrote it and thank you. /turning a shade of embaress 🙂
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There’s a world of physical ills I’d endure in places of that last line
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I’d never wish it on my worst enemy
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I am thinking your harm is so much worse than your hurt here–a perfect explication of the difference. Few words sometimes make strong feelings clearer.
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Oh those lost memories….the pain they can cause us on so many levels XXX
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That last line leaves a whole in the chest. Those words make you want to run screaming, and then just fall to pieces, empty…
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Absence of little ones. 😦
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