Aftermath Poem by Amy Carr
Aftermath
After a while,
the pain just…
fades.
The hunger subsides,
the blood clots,
and you’re left alone-
shaking and cold in the dark-
the stains of experience
running down your face.
And where there
were wounds is now
only scar tissue,
ropy and red like fleshy
vines across sweaty skin.
The salty lessons dry,
wiped away by trembling
hands, as the strong rise
and walk onward into the day.
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4/19/2024 4:46:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem brings back some tough times. I feel your words. Thank you for sharing. Kindest Regards Slim. x.