The Walking Wounded Nov2 by melodylowes A heart divided, a two-faced smile; one part frozen, dying, while the other bravely carries on, the Walking Wounded – going, gone. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
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!