Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Breaks

My innocence was shattered young
like crystal indiscreetly flung
against the wall and every shard
has left me just a bit more scarred
at first it really stung
but now those ancient welts are hard

and though at times it's tough to feel
I often touch each jagged weal
remembering the wonder lost
when painful logos were embossed
which taught me how to heal
regardless of the cost.


Jinksy said...

And life is always a learning tool
if we so choose to view it. :)

rch said...

Yes it is Jinksy, so nice of you to stop by, have a lovely Sunday :-) said...

POWERFUL poem... i am still stung as i go throu it again. this is a master piece of the mind. a discipline that has taken a lot of time to craft to perfection. this level of word and emotional depth does not happen over night.

rch said...

Thanks a lot Kyng for such a powerful comment, it's been quite a journey.