sad poem bruised
On 31/10/2018 02:19, Sheila Murphy wrote:
> I knew before I knew
> the harsh veneer
> resistant to artillery and brambles,
> and feelings that deflected
> any urge to reach the soul.
>
> I knew before I knew
> that tenderness had long dissolved.
> A history of broken bones re-purposed showed
> the mismatch between body and a heart.
> And thus a practiced kindness
>
> perhaps to make a living,
> softening the absence of interior
> there to shield the present from
> a vivid past, the haste
> of losing how it might feel to be alive.
>
> Sheila E. Murphy
>
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