Scars

don’t deny your wounds

refuse those sullen tears

gashes left to fester

gnawing at broken limbs.

Force yourself to feel

tempt your inner voice

feel your mother weeping

convulsing in your arms

set the grief of abandonment free

envisage your own grandmother

as she lay chocking on her own vomit,

let it rise and fall in your chest

hold out your clenched fists

have it swell within you



 

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