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A long time ago, I decided that
my poetry
deserved to be on a website of it's own,
instead of having to share space with my artwork.
I finally
got round to it after 3 years of putting it off.
At first I was at a loss for a title,
then decided to name it
after one of my poems.
I chose 'Heart full of Thorns' as it's
one of the few poems that I really like
and I'm totally happy with.
A Heart Full Of Thorns.
Deep in the heart
of every being,
Lay flowers and roses, each one a feeling.
But with the roses, come the thorns,
Each one a memory,
that one must mourn.
Pulling them out, one
by one,
Exposes the tips and darkens the sun.
Sharp to the touch, like needles and pins,
They bring to the surface
the memories within.
Some of those memories
are best left to sleep,
Each of the thorns embedded too deep.
Some will have barbs, so they can’t be removed,
Too
painful to touch, too bloody to move.
All of the thorns, no
matter how old,
Remain in the heart and turning it cold.
The deepest of those was the earliest test,
When denied
the milk, from a Mother's breast.
That very first thorn,
was pushed into place,
By the owner’s hand, then lost without trace.
The wounds will heal, but the thorns remain,
Deep
in the heart, the memories of pain.
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