soul sorrows
we call them heartbreaks
but some are punches, some stabs
others are hairline cracks
fissures to chasm
our earth-heart splitting
molten emotional core revealing
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i can recall every trauma
from the lips of friends and lovers
deception and lies
the partings that offered no goodbyes
the harms inflicted by personal failings
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every blow and impaling
each break, crack, shattering
and though singular incidents
the suffering never ceases
and the platitude of time healing all wounds
a weak placebo
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time doesn't heal any wound
we just cover old with new
becoming scarbrous
calluses forming over our spirit's soft skin
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it is not old age that carries us to death
instead the truth becomes apparent
we can no longer take further breaking
and i feel the weight my thickened scabs
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