Bruised Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Bruised
Nothing amusing
about taking
a bruising in life;
being knocked about by
insufferable indignities.
Struggling
only gets
the wind
knocked out
of the sails.
Might as well
go with the flow;
winds continue to blow
and take me back out to sea
tattered sails and all.
A banged up ship
I may be,
but she still sails;
in a calmer time
any damages
can be overcome.
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