December 7, 2009
By , Patterson, CA
You know that first layer?
doesn’t hurt
doesn’t sting
passes right through

the next layer?
it stings a bit
I won’t lie
it starts to penetrate

after that?
well, then, you’re…

at the point of pain,
but that’s also the point…

of release

it’s when your body takes the pain you’ve been holding

your body,

your hand,

It’s my left hand.
no one sees it,
even though it’s in plain site

the first time
I covered it up-

-with a bandaid.

but now,

it’s right there
and no one sees it…

that small H inscribed on my palm.

it doesn’t satisfy me to see the blood…
but it releases me…

… because no one else will…

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Powd3er said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 2:33 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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