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Paper thin and
pricked by thorns…
My skin rises like a kite
toward the spindly wires…
Shocks run through me
as I light up from
the inside out…
But this energy cleanses,
and the purge begins…
Racing from cable
to vein to back again…
till the pain has been replaced
by something newer…
and more fearful…
yet more real…
So, in this skinful bath
of agony…
a new me will rise…
And greet the day…
With hope…
And as much of a smile
as I can fit…
upon…
my tired…
face..
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David L. Whitman 01/19/2103 feeling the charge….
agony and pain..but energy propels him to rise higher and face the world..nicely done
Yes. After all. We must rise above. Thank you Padmini!
This one burn so much in all ways. Very well written. You are master in words.
Noooo. But I did really like this one. Thank you! Why did you like it?
Its about falling and rising again that is why I like it and photo is great two things that I like the sun ( I miss it very much past few weeks) and Tesla.
Yes. Falling and rising again… Tesla is very much involved