The stone drops,
soft, yet resilient in the
tickling moonlight,
and the weight of your skin
Scalding,
... near, yet far.
I etched the lines
of its prose into
my skin,
lines of pain on
an otherwise
blank canvas.
soft, yet resilient in the
tickling moonlight,
and the weight of your skin
Scalding,
... near, yet far.
I etched the lines
of its prose into
my skin,
lines of pain on
an otherwise
blank canvas.
Pain can be harsh, marking, marring, making us different. Looking back pain can be used to positively move us forward, if only away from it. Good luck on your journey forward!
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