brace.
bracing myself against the kitchen sink as the sting of the wound sets in and the pain dulls over time and becomes numb like i am ,like Ive had tofrustration keeps a glance in my life locked in the past ,lost in time intertwined with everything we do. a moment spoken or said a word to soon could be the end of this momentary peace and begin again the pain and the wounds of an everyday life for some and an ,an occasional for others . bound with the pain and they say we grow from this pain that we know , but sometimes the price is way to high to paybrace.
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- jenifer
- alert but not enough sleep . hope my poems please thee.
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