Head down
And busy
No one noticed
But you
Saw outside your skin
To the pressing pain
Within another
Soft and
So sweetly
Honey gentle
In your care
To bind wounds
Dripping sorrow
Waiting to heal
A drop of relief
In an ocean
Rippling with grief
Kindness clings like
A mother
Rocking comfort
In a night
Wound like a noose
Tight around our throats
More than
Random acts
Greeting card trite
And saccharine
Kindness spins hope
To another dawn
Whispering better days
Are ahead
About the Creator
AggieSoon
Let’s not suffer in silence. Let’s use our words. Let them drip from the screen to move our hearts, challenge our minds, and enrich our time. Here are mine. Really looking forward to reading what others have to say.
Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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