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semi-permanent solution
self-reflective poem.
By Paul StewartPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Anastasiya Badun on Unsplash
when the pain is too much to bear
I dig
I dig
when the stress is too much to carry
I dig
I dig
when the hurt I've caused weighs too much
I dig
I dig
Fingers into palms
Pressing into skin
Hoping to pierce
Hoping for release
semi-permanent solution
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Comments (8)
Descriptive account of tension....excellent
I kind of want to counter that with open palms connecting to other open palms.
Okay now that explains the cover pic. I thought you meant digging a grave for the people who hurt us 🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
I love the lines 'fingers into palms / pressing into skin' especially. Great write, you're a masterful poet.
Don’t dig too hard! 😁 I use to bang my head on the wall. It really hurt but boy did it help! It didn’t. Anyway..you’ve been busy! I’ve been a bit off and off vocal most days the last week or so .. feels longer.. I dunno. I have no concept of time these days. I shall get to your other pieces soon. Hope you are travelling alright… I just read Kristen’s identity piece ! How good was it right!! I am off to the dentist in a min ..more fillings.. too many lollies! 😅 Lol. Adios!
This is me, through & through. Unless I decide to slap myself across the cheek or pound my forehead with the heel of my hand.
My grandma used to tell me that she’d dig her nails into her hands to keep from crying. I always felt sad that she’s never let the tears out. If I find myself in the situation you wrote so perfectly, I just shake my hands out as hard as I can and envision the thoughts being thrown from my fingertips. *as a small side, on the 7th line you have a little typo - *much*
that poem is deep