You cannot see
that my legs are missing
my arms are omitted
my heart does not beat
my eyes do not see
you may say
how dare you
when there are crippled
and broken and rusted and
crusted and burnt and damaged
people who really have
no limbs
no vision
no fingers to touch with
and still
I will show you
the circumstance of hurt
invisible
unmentionable
lest we are judged
left more alone as consequence
wounded warriors who have seen no war
do battle over and over
with scars that do not heal
eyes that cannot burn
more than a slow life time
flame flickering
on and out
persisting to burn
even though it is
extinguished
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Candice, your words are eerily relatable to me these days. Pain is such a luscious muse! I seem to be stuck on it lately.
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Ah my dear friend I wish that were not so but I do agree with you. I wish that you were not feeling as I, but I hope that as a result this time will pass and you will find light again xo
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‘wounded warriors who have seen no war’ – oh, sister this resonates
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Yes – because so often if you are hurt inside nobody knows or they know and they think ‘get the fuck over it’ and so you go on, half alive, always hurting, and people can’t figure out why you haven’t stopped hurting so the echo of that is a torment
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Yes!!!!
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Burning while extinguished… so exactly how it can feel.
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Yes. I totally feel that and it’s hard to put into words♡
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It pains me to read your pain. Beautifully expressed, though.
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Thank you ♡♡
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This is a beautiful piece.
It’s a piece one can really “feel.”
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Thank you so much!♡
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Wow! It’s so interesting how pain can inspire and evoke such beautiful piece.
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Thank you so very much♡
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Painfully beautiful
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Even when extinguished it takes time for the heat to dissipate. So it is with our pains whatever the cause ….
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This was me once. I managed it. Rekindling is possible
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Thank you for the gift of hope♡♡
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“Mais vivre en silence
En pensant aux souffrances
De la terre et se dire
Qu’on n’est pas les plus malheureux
Mais quand dans l’amour
Tout s’effondre
Toute la misère du monde
N’est rien à côté d’un adieu”
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Et pourtant je veux vivre ou survivre
Sans poème
Sans blesser tous ceux que j’aime
Etre heureux malheureux
Vivre ou survivre
Seul ou même à deux
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Very adequate I thought after reading your magnificent piece
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You honor me as you know I love that
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