After reading yesterday’s blog post by Audrey Havlin, I realized eleven days late that it’s National Poetry Month. I have sorely neglected the free writing poet in me, so I will try at least once each week to share an original poem. This one is not new. The next ones will be.
My Wounds and my Joys
My wounds and my joys
mix
together in
the frightening state
of my mind they
are vastly different
yet walk the same
path into
my tomorrow
seeming tied together
inseparable
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