August 11, 2017
My bandage has ripped off
And exposed the wound
I never let heal,
A wound that should
have long ago closed,
Exposed now to air
The hurt is fresh,
And I can see that it is there
I feel the sting,
And unwilling to repeat the past
I stare at it, aware,
And beckon it to close
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Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
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I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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I felt this because I know this. Vivid and palpable, your words capture an old, unhealed wound perfectly.
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