Tattered Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tattered Soul



Interior silence carrying across great spans of desert plains, allowing me to feel the thorns of every cactus I pass.
Noticing every puncture wound as it pours forth life from my tattered soul onto the floor of my mind.

Sunday, September 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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