Upon the Soul
~~~
I know pain
We are old friends
I know rain
And the aches it sends
I have bled
The scars still remain
I’ve felt lead
Sent with an aim
I have broken
More bones than hearts
Ivory poking
Out of flesh torn apart
I know the chill
Skin and cold steel
Yet colder still
The pain I now feel
When a heart
Pierced by loving words
Now falls apart
When the silence heard
Nothing ruins
The body left whole
Than fatal wounds
Upon the soul
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Well said and very precise. A lovely picture of reality. Cheers Brad a great day to you and all the best!
Thank you, my dear friend. My best to you and yours. Must be good to be home!
You’re very welcome my friend and thank you! Yes! It is very very nice to be home!
Perhaps the greatest pain of all
Perhaps… Thanks, Beth!
Soul wounds are the worst kind. Pain is a difficult subject, but something everyone can relate to. Beautifully penned, as always. 😍😘
Thank you, Kristian! ♥
You describe the chill and pain so vividly.
Thanks, Geoff!
it seems like the old adage about sticks and stones may not be quite right…
Sometimes I would prefer the stick and stones. Thanks, Jim!
same here…
This is so true, Such beautiful writing. It is a painful thing when the heart is pierced, as our love can be treatment for an open wound and begin its sorrowful recover but when that door is shut for evermore its pain can tear us a part. Hugs, Jonikins
Thank you, Jonikins!