A Hundred Quills
"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing
Scraped
Last night
You leave me hurt,
bruised.
My soul
where you pricked last time,
scraped
once again.
The gash deeper
deeper
deeper.
This morning
you bring the balm
to soothe my arm.
But the soul
is scraped deeper
deeper
deeper.
The balm
fruitless.
But you insist
and cuddle the wound.
It looks cured.
Looks…
The day seems better.
Seems…
I wonder
will you scrape further tonight?
She sounds trapped..this is so typical in abusive relationships..the beating and the balm
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Beautifully written. Deep and sorrowful 😔 with hope shy, and only peeking through…
Have a inspiring weekend.
Love
Susan.
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Hi Susan
Thanks for writing in. I’ve been struggling with meeting deadlines at work and so am off the blog. Hopefully should be back in about two to three days. Hope you are doing well!
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Yes, very well thank you. Busy with work too…and Tennis !
You do not need to apologize…you are in my thoughts and I look forward to our next chat.
Take care and don’t work too hard !
Love Susan.
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This is so intense
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I am speechless. This one was really one of the best!
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Moushmi ❤️❤️
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Whoa! That left a mark – deep and wide!
Scraped relationships!
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Oh this is deep – the doldrums in relationships
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Yes. Totally!
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🌸😊
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Yes the shifting equations!!
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Absolutely
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