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

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