Writing Prompt

 

Every wound a writing prompt.

Every burn a comment liked.

Throw away the empty bag

when the miracle has been denied.

 

Right or wrong,

or common cause,

the infection never heals itself.

Caught up in someone’s

bad day,

turns out

that we can’t live life

for someone else.

 

Concrete,

warm

in the sun,

but there’s things

we have done

that we can’t forgive ourselves for.

 

Medicate,

amputate,

there doesn’t seem to be away

out of here,

except the obvious.

 

I wish

that my pain

was only

my pain,

but I know

pain

is felt

by others.

 

I wish

that I

could erase

my mind,

but I’m here

with you

so, whatever.

 

We’ll go through it together.

 

 

HG – 2021

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