Sometimes it hurts too much
to put it down in poetry.
You’ve just got to open up your heart
and let it bleed its song of sorrow,
cocooned in choruses of lifeblood
and healed by one’s own hands.
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Sometimes it hurts too much
to put it down in poetry.
You’ve just got to open up your heart
and let it bleed its song of sorrow,
cocooned in choruses of lifeblood
and healed by one’s own hands.
So poetically articulated.
That’s very kind, thank you.
Beautifully written
…and those two words don’t seem to do it justice.
I’m flattered. Thank you so much!
Beautiful – and hard-hitting – as usual, Callum. ❤
Thank you, Sierra. That really is great to hear 🙂
Wonderful!
Thank you very much!
As is evident by the other comments, you never fail to grip your readers with the depth of beauty and emotion. This one is a hard hitter, but the gift is in the poetry and your mastery of it 🙂
I’m always humbled by your feedback. Thank you so much, Mel 🙂
My pleasure 🙂 I’m humbled by your poetry.
🙂