Nails bleeding
Clawing yourself out
Primal
Gasping for authentic air to touch your soul
Scars rot with infection begging to feel the warmth of new life unfold
Even the most gentle of touches hurt
Cracked open
Raw
Salt poured on open wounds
The paradox of the heal and burn
~Alisa Hutton
A painful outlook !! Lovely written
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Thank you
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An honor, thank you xo.
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Alisa, I took this as a metaphor for leaving an entrapping and controlling relationship. I appreciate how you define the agony in physical terms. Keith
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Thanks, Keith.
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This poem touched me. “Gasping for authentic air to touch your soul”, especially this sentence. Beautiful 🙂
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Thanks you:)
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