Wounded

The body heals, bones mend,

flesh regenerates in a fashion,

but the mind knows no scar tissue,

a fracture becomes a fissure and

in time, a canyon; where careless

words whisper to the depths of

despair. Take care.  Take care.

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2 thoughts on “Wounded

  1. Polly says:

    …liking that repetition in the final line…

  2. kdavisfanclub says:

    thank you, Polly. It is always good to get feedback and a comment from a poet of your calibre is priceless.

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