(Un)Covering Wounds

The more you know

the less you want to know

some things get uncovered 

drawn out into the open

ugly wounds

that have been wrapped up for years

bruises that haven’t healed

scars so deep

they don’t know how to be normal again

pleading and begging

’Oh, to be anything I’m not

but please, don’t ignore me

see me for who I am

unfiltered and true’

But my eyes are sore

I can’t look anymore 

I am walking away

and hoping you’ll wrap those bandages

back where they used to be

some things are better left unseen

◄ Nightly Routine

Love Blossoms ►


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Don Matthews

Thu 9th Apr 2020 00:04

this one needed to be released.

the call of a poet Mika....

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Wed 8th Apr 2020 02:24

Thanks Tom and Cynthia, and all those who liked this poem. This one was brewing of frustration after seeing someone do nothing but expose their emotions over and over again without changing the situation, and sometimes you have to say “Enough!” I try my best not to give in to those instincts to respond but this one needed to be released.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 7th Apr 2020 19:40

Splendid, Mika. And very sad.

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Tue 7th Apr 2020 19:03

This is great Mika... the attention seeking shrieks of the self-eviscerating get quickly tiresome. The last 3 lines left a vivid closing image in my mind too. Great writing.

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