A heart divided,
a two-faced smile;
one part frozen,
dying, while
the other bravely
carries on,
the Walking Wounded –
going,
gone.
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Hard one, been there. Good poem, though.
The half-n-half flower begged for it.
Thank you for helping us think about those around us, who are wounded and needing help! Love this!
I’m so glad for what you are seeing in these poems – thank you, Debbie!
What are your thoughts?