Old Wounds

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Old Wounds

old wounds, when reopened,
can overpower the fresh and new.
because when you least expect it,
they are triggered by a random thought or memory,
one you did not even realize was connected to it.

for me the worst pain is to have something and lose it,
only to realise that there was once a possibility,
a possibility of redemption you could have gotten it back.
If i had just tried harder to keep that which i held dear,
i need never have felt that certain feeling of loss.

in the end all we can do,
is learn from our mistakes,
and all we can do after that,
is try to heal and move on,
for in the end we are all human.

They say time heals all wounds,
well it has been nearly a year,
and still no relief from the loss.
So i think thats said by those who,
would rather cover it up....

Than learn and heal from the pain.

WB: HeatherLeigh aka ~PixieLette~ 

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StandingBear commented on Old Wounds

01-23-2011

A finely written work of reality per one's suffering pain of a loved one no longer around. Great write!

leigh14

04/20/2011

thank you... i poured my heart into that one :)

freemansvoice commented on Old Wounds

12-05-2010

you never get over it. with a death you know its over, but when they just walk, you know that they are out there somewhere, another chance? maybe? Too many ceiling are stared at on sleepness nights in lost hope.

leigh14

04/20/2011

way to true in your statement :/ it is like that often enough for me that i can say it is from well known experience

thecross commented on Old Wounds

12-05-2010

a pouring out of emotion in this saddened write with morsels of truth mixed in.

leigh14

04/20/2011

thank you :) i am glad you appreciated the emotion i put into it :)

angelchaser commented on Old Wounds

12-03-2010

A very profound write, leigh. I'm so sorry for the loss of which you speak.

leigh14

04/20/2011

thank you very much :) good to see you are still around :)

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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