Here it comes again,
The Pain,
An insane feeling,
Revealing,
What needs healing.
Nerves tingling,
Stinging,
A fire searing,
My entire body.
Signaling the beginning,
A journey continuing,
beyond seeing.
Fleeting sensations,
Opening this creation,
To the wounds hidden,
beneath human skin.
Exposing gaping holes,
Losing control,
Letting it all go.
The connections grow,
The opening closing,
Stitching back whole.
Hoping the stitches,
Will stop the glitches,
Connecting again.
My perception switches,
Learning it's lesson,
The pain is teaching,
All I AM to gain.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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I'm So glad you're enjoying my heart. Stay tuned, many more awaiting their time to shine
So pleasing to read
I really like your poem. It's full of hope.