Friday, August 24, 2012

I dipped the toe of time

I dipped the toe of time in pain,
and felt the chilling creep,
of long forgotten woundedness;
of hurts which still could shriek.
I held it in the depths of thought,
saw rippled fears and doubts,
come rising from the softened flesh;
revealing who I was.
Beneath the glassy face of grief,
the skin shone bright and dark,
and lingered in the pool of tears,
until I drew it out.

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