Thin Skinned
The world has abraded me
Like fine sand paper
And coarse
Leaving me raw
And angry
And weeping
I know healing
Requires a scar
Yet I long for it
Scars are quiet,
White,
Calm.
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- Frogs and Ravens 1.0
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Very nice and, I suspect, an apt representation of how many feel right now.
Posted by: Michelle | 2004.05.17 at 12:18 PM
That's a really feelingful poem. And well written, moving in tone as well as content.
Posted by: Coup de Vent | 2004.05.17 at 07:36 PM
Beautiful poem. So pure. I love the way the rhythm halts throughout then completely tapers off by the end.
Posted by: LiL | 2004.05.17 at 08:42 PM
Very moving.
A (sort-of) response
http://wolfangel.typepad.com/wolfangel/2004/05/pesha_gertler_t.html
Posted by: wolfangel | 2004.05.18 at 10:52 AM