Upon the Soul



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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

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Comments
14 Responses to “Upon the Soul”
  1. Well said and very precise. A lovely picture of reality. Cheers Brad a great day to you and all the best!

  2. beth says:

    Perhaps the greatest pain of all

  3. kristianw84 says:

    Soul wounds are the worst kind. Pain is a difficult subject, but something everyone can relate to. Beautifully penned, as always. 😍😘

  4. You describe the chill and pain so vividly.

  5. Jim Borden says:

    it seems like the old adage about sticks and stones may not be quite right…

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    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

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