Scabs

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  1. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    Scabs - Chris Coombs

    I sit here kneading the scab on my thumb.
    Exploring rough and ready contours and jagged boundary lines,
    while I try to reconcile and heal the fact
    the words won't write themselves.

    Kneading the scab
    enjoying it's beguilling itch
    Needing but not wanting,
    while I give meaning to our conversation.

    Mutual respect through mutual terror,
    recognising our own madness, accepting to each other.
    No.
    Reaffirming.
    Sanity by the long road, through mirrors.

    Like the scab best left alone to heal, we tore at ours.
    Ecstatic annihilation to find the same wavelength.
    And as we bled to each other I knew that long after the scab
    I'll always bear a scar.
     
  2. mulberrypie

    mulberrypie Well-Known Member

    nice poem!
     
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  3. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    Thanks - writing is one of the greatest theraputic exercises...I advise anyone to try it - in whatever form.
     
  4. Domo

    Domo Well-Known Member

    I like this a lot.

    Looking forward to seeing more, if you'd care to share them.
     
  5. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    May well do that Domo - glad you liked.
     
  6. In Limbo

    In Limbo Forum Buddy

    I know this is bad form, but...heck I like this piece a lot and it being one of my better offerings thought I'd share

    Bump
     
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