I’m drifting ragged, buzzed by the phantom flight of not-quite migraines
Holding myself in at the seams, clambering at my sanity in a sea full of strong salinity
Looking for my flavour, overwhelmed by the tyranny of salt
Swamping my consciousness, tastes of fragments of my self falling as confetti
No wonder I’m so nauseous, so weepy in their wake
Pieces of the scratched at soul scattered in places forgotten and remembered
If tears will heal, why do they always land so broken on my soul?
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They say time heals wounds, the wounds remain, the mind protects our sanity, scar tissue covers, the pain lessens and it is never gone
So hold me – dig at my wounds, raw as they are, squeeze your heart and fingers over mine, and warm yourself on the flicker of a camp we never made
Take me to places beyond the bounds of imagination
-By Woodsy (https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com) & Amber (diosraw.com)
This is nice Amber 🙂
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Reblogged this on Woodsy the Performance Poet and commented:
A piece written with Amber about holding it together…
or trying to…
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Thank you Cherry, I appreciate that. 😘🙏🖤
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😘💕👍
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🖤
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Wonderful Woodsy. Is great to create with you! 🙏
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Beautiful
Would you consider submitting any of your works to my site for me to showcase?
It is free ? And all your copyrights are reserved to yourself?
With kind thanks for such great shares!!!
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Thank you! You are welcome to share anything with the appropriate credits. 🙏🖤
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Oh my goodness super privileged I will defining pencil ✏️ in my diary to do tonight due to work commitments currently. Would you mind send all via my email ? myfanwy80@yahoo.com
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Sure, I will email you in a bit. 🖤🙏
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