Redux
Revised from the original posted on I Write Her:
deep scars embedded in our psyche
we were marred by loved ones we should call traitors
we feel the need to hide the frayed nerve endings deep inside
the repeated shocks to our system and sensibilities can make us mute
but let’s not go quietly
our enemies expect silence from us
but we deserve better than remaining restrained
not screaming to the rafters calling out their crimes
buys them a better life than they are due
the one we were owed
be strong, be loud, and let your wounds heal
I Write Her 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Respect!
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Appreciate that, Selma! 🙂
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Sometimes it helps to call them out for their misdeeds and at others, it is better to move on silently.
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Misdeeds, absolutely. Crimes, no. Those need to be reported.
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Oh yes, that is an absolute must.
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The scars never sleep ..
underneath they weep
love and pain are more than skin-deep
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Lovely rhyme, Ivor! 🙂 So heartfelt and true!
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You’re welcome Susi .. I made my into it haiku for my post today
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2022/02/02/underneath-a-senryu/
Thank you for inspiring me 😊🤗
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Wonderful musical selection, too. Such a nice voice. Happy to be your muse, Ivor! 🙂
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very smart and powerful
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Appreciate that very much!
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,👍
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Very nice
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Thank you so much!
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