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.
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.
So did you win? Details! We need them!
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I DID!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT?!?!?!?!?! I have a whole post planned but this week was too busy to write it – pictures and update coming soon!!!
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WHAAATTT! I CAN’T believe! I mean I totally can! I can’t wait to hear all about it. Hopefully there’s pictures.
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