Poem -
ALL the BLEEDING petals
There can be thorns within the
fragile skin that pierce from
inside
Thorns that move and shred
and tear the muscles and the
hide
Thorns that stick and prick and
slice and feed on raw blood
red, that splinter off and slice
up all the thoughts within a
head
Thorns that grow, rebirth and
sew more thorns to yet embed
In all the bleeding petals of the
roses, so so dead
M P 3/6/21
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Comments
Marion a real metaphor of a poem and of the way we all are made to suffer.
But that pain can be eased time to time for there's no magic wand except time and the support of others who choose to care.❤️
I wish you well my friend and back tomorrow to read more of your good self.
Thanks so much Shaun...wise words...hugs 💕
Oh Marion...no one can describe pain as well as you have here. Extremely poetic and although about terrible pain, it is so, so beautifully put x
Hi Tina...thanks so much love...hope the book is progressing as you want it to ...hugs 💕
I think Being Me summed it up well Marion. You write about pain beautifully. There is an elegance in your writing, but also there is a rawness which I always enjoy because I can connect to your words. You write from the heart and soul. Sending you so much love and wish I could pluck out all the thorns for both us 💗
Thankyou lovely lady ...hugs 💕
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Awww those bloody prickly thorns hurt like hell!!! :( 💙🌹💙
Thanks love X