Bruised.

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Everyday

two worlds collide;

Within.

Moods

you might call them.

Life trembles.

Walks the bright yellow

of euphoria,

Trudges the grey morass

of uncertainty.

Everyday

two worlds collide;

Within.

And I,

vacillating between,

come away

bruised.

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10 thoughts on “Bruised.

    • Thank you so much!
      You know, I haven’t thought about the reading-out-loud aspect of poetry. I must give it try! I wonder if it will sound different or give it a different meaning….
      Thank you for that insight!

      • Pleasure, I think if you can say it the way you felt it with that passion it took to pen it, its a wonderful insight into a writer, Thats my problem I havent taken to spoken word mainly because I cant say it as well as I write it sometimes. Definitely gives a new dimension to some pieces though

      • I tried reading it to my husband but I couldn’t get the nuances right. The funny thing is, I can read it just the right way in my mind…but not so much aloud.
        More practice maybe?

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