Wound

Poem (audio)

I had been swathed

on his tender flesh

even when bathing

in waters ever so fresh.

But now I'm all washed

up and worn out.

Now I'm dispatched

forever unattached,

torn , forlorn …

He became so thin-skinned

I couldn’t soothe him

anymore.

How is it that I wound

up being the one in need to be healed?

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