Redux
Over and over, repeated re-injury of the senses.
It’s what we had.
Dressed in our despair, bonded by pain.
It’s what we shared.
We twisted and contorted, struggled further to gain control.
It’s how we fought.
Every prick of the conscience drained another abscess.
It’s how we learned.
Giving up was not an option.
It’s how we lived.
Originally posted 7/11/2018 on I Write Her
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Beautifully written and very saddening.
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Thank you, Pooja! ❤
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My pleasure!
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A disturbing illustration. Despite that, the poem resoundingly celebrates tenacity and hope in suffering…
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It is a disturbing situation. Thanks, Val! Glad I could convey that! ❤
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Well written and incredibly sad. Reflections of my own marriage.
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❤ Thank you, Anita! Mine too. ((hugs)) But glad it's in the past. Hope you are in a better place now.
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Much…but its been over 20 years. Yet, the pains I remember.
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I understand!
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This is so well written Susi. This is how we live, grow and learn.
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❤ Thank you, dear Sadje! Absolutely, and one definitely hopes learning occurs.
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You’re most welcome Susi
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It’s how I live.
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If it’s a choice, maybe reconsider it.
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