For My Sister

On Pain

The edges,

my edges,

are all sharp.

They prod, and they cut.

They hurt me,

it hurts,

when I move,

when I think,

especially when I smile.

The edges,

my edges,

are all sharp.

Waiting to be dulled by happiness again.

This is for my sister. Sometimes you say the most beautiful things without even realizing it.

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I wrote this a little while ago, and it’s been in my drafts as a ‘bonus mid-week’ post – but this week’s been so busy that I’m hauling it out. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled funny next week.

I also thought it was suitable this week as I’m up for that literary award tomorrow for a serious piece I wrote about grief and healing. Wish me luck! 🙂

If you feel you need a funny this Friday morning, and are sad you didn’t find one here, email me and I will personally email you a funny just for you. It will be a screenshot of something, but it will be funny.