by Carmen H Gray
Tender darkness with tendrils
That reach deep into the aching
Kissing our self-pity, rocking our illnesses
So sweet and comfortable in our cocoons
Tender silence from broken parts
Of mauled noises that struck our ears
Leaving us thrashing about
But you have to be still to hear the softness again
Tender wounds that weep with pus
But are covered ever and anon
Does it hurt more to extricate the poison?
Is tender just a state of mind?
Like a word that can be changed
With one letter
Tinder sparks that spread
Cauterizing the damage
Ushering in light, passion, heat, sound
Opening up to a new
2 responses to “Tenderness”
such a sweet poem. really like this.
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