The Ressurection Poem by Berlyn E.
The Ressurection
I dragged my trembling hands to my heart
It is lacerated into tiny pieces painfully
Then, it is harden like stone
It is unshakable and untouchable
It beats no more
In the darkness
Lie alone
Dead.
Someone came
Bring the light
It beats once more
It is shaken and touched
Until it smoothen like soft pillow
There's no more scars; no more pain
I dragged my hands to it, it's beating fast.
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4/24/2024 1:29:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There's no more scars; no more pain I dragged my hands to it, it's beating fast. the experience of healing is something marvellous...... you have expressed it so well dear poetess. thank you for sharing this poem. tony
thank you for reading my poem tony, I appreciate it.