I’ve been away for a bit, and as life returns to normal I thought it might be an idea to write some longer form poems for the next 30 days, to get me back into the business of routine. Fortunately, Twitter has provided an event for that: #NaPoWriMo, which is part of #NationalPoetryMonth.
Poem #2’s title of 30 #2 is two words borrowed from @CarolineBirdUK‘s pull quote on the front of @HodgsonWrites‘ latest collection, 163 Days. It made me think of my childhood, of the fact so much of it is lost to disassociative amnesia and trauma. I can remember pain, though. The scars are there.
Thank you for taking the time to read, and please comment if you like this 😀
paradoxical heart finally it’s dead time to drop the knife hitting more won’t make it right only carves healthier facsimile impression you have just destroyed cut new mark into a willing welcoming arm see how much sharper finer it becomes never to share or hold a grudge within plain clothes those other normal people love wear as lies are spied but they have never been worn raiment of thorns crucifying sins as fading hope one day we might wake up mortal that resembles whole