There
Upon the white winter brow
Of an aged world
I stand, like a cliff
A black wound, unstitched,
Filed with crowfoot and claws,
Where my face without flesh
Lingers in iodine
So that under one pain I could forget
The origin of another
Merciful Maladies
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5 responses to “Merciful Maladies”
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Beautiful and potent imagery. I can relate to this one right now.
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Thank you very much for the kind words. Glad you found it meaningful 😊
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Superbly evoked powerful piece
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Much grateful for your constant support 🙏 dear friend
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You are most welcome
Keep writing always
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