Bruises

Words of hope to help those in the dark find their way…

Baydreamer

The storm was grueling
I wasn’t sure I’d get out alive
even following the aftermath
I didn’t think I’d survive

The physical blows didn’t cut
as deep as the verbal fumes
bruises became darker
leaving my emotions in ruins

(How must one touch the stars
when they feel nothing is theirs
for the reaching?

How must one climb
when their feet
seem to be slipping?)

I heard encouragement often
which made my heart swell
but words come easy when
not living in hell

In my solitary moments, I pondered
over those adjectives and verbs
and finally grasped the strength
to pull me up and move me forward

It’s not easy to break away
from the storm
but Hope is the illumination
that will always bring us home

LScott © 2013

I prefer writing in first person, but the content is fiction.
However, I wrote this for those who have been

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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2 Responses to Bruises

  1. Thanks so much for reblogging, Sandy! I appreciate it! 🙂

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