Scalpel Poem by C H Sund

Scalpel

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Scalpel in hand…
sliced myself, open.
No blood flowed.
Just my soul,
bursting forth.
Released…
for all to see.

When spent…
it crawled back in,
tired…elated,
invigorated.
Calm, prevailed,
soothing…
refreshing.

Friday, August 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: soothing
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C H Sund

C H Sund

Wahpeton, ND (USA)
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