Leave it
I carry pain
inside of me
A bullet lodged
on an artery
Best to leave it
love the scar
Than dig
and bleed out
where we are
-a.r.


I carry pain
inside of me
A bullet lodged
on an artery
Best to leave it
love the scar
Than dig
and bleed out
where we are
-a.r.

~ by April on November 12, 2016.
Posted in Abuse, Body, Death, Family, Uncategorized
Hello a.r., April, I’ve enjoyed reading through your writings, but I had to stop here. This really got to me. Later I’ll read some more, but right now I need to get up and go outside and clear my head. I wish I had a “front porch monastery,” like yours, but even that wouldn’t do in this case. Powerful poem, gripping picture. I’ve done my share of hurting others, and this post brings that home.
Thank you so much for reading and I am so glad that some of it touched you so. That’s means a lot to me.
Because sometimes touching another’s humanity isn’t always pretty, but it comes from the gut. I try to write from my gut, so if that is what it grabs in another…I consider it a success. Human aren’t we all. I hope you found some space to clear, even if just for a moment. Come back anytime.