Trickle

Pride is such a son of a b***h... but the world is an even bigger son of a b***h, so touche it is then.

Just because I learned

to sear the wound 

doesn't mean I don't bleed;

it just trickles inward anymore. 

Vulnerability once destroyed me 

and I have yet to find the faith 

that it will rebuild me in kind.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The first stanza was a fantastic opener, and then that sinle line...wow...great stuff. Finally, we have the tie up (which can sometimes be a let down), and you hit the note perfectly. I have to say that sometimes concise and simple works the best. You take only a few words, pared down the most important images and showcased the "feeling", which takes center stage. Well done!

[Elleannatasha]

thank you for your words!

[chicagogirlonce]

I really really love this--the trickle inward--yes-exactly-like a festering wound.Good good good writng;all survivors must rebuild themselves.brick by painful brick--you can.You do it everyday,just by living.