Cut
A deep wound
That continues to have the scabs pulled off of it
Leaving it open with drops of blood that I try to catch
I try to protect it,
from the salt and vinegar continuously poured on top.
Excruciating pain left for me to deal with.
Time will heal it,
But it’s hard to slather time across this sore,
And without patience this medicine will only counteract.
So I bandage it up
Knowing that its not ready to be expose to others,
Because it’s susceptible for an infection.
Soon a scar will appear,
A war wound reminding me of the struggle and hurt
A sign like a rainbow to promise me to always put me first.
Sherita Bolden
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ReplyDeleteI like this poem a lot. I like how the first line of every stanza makes a statement that could stand alone. I especially enjoyed the line that says, "But it's hard to slather time across this sore," this was a beautiful way of putting that time heals all wounds but it's hard to be patient and wait for the final outcome. Nice job!
ReplyDeletei really love this poem. the images are great and i can relate this feeling to many things
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