You hurt me Deep within my soul
Lies, pain, fear and joy
Things I don't even know
What you see is normal
What I feel is hidden
But when you force my hand
It is then I know I can
Reach deep down and grab That which makes it clear
The pain you elicit is numb
A way for you to see me tears,
my fears
The many times your touch reached my heart like a gun
Patricia, what a powerful line: The many times your touch reached my heart like a gun. You create a wonderful contrast by using gentle words to describe your pain created by an abuser. Good writing. peace Gisele
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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