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Blisters

If a poem could hold even half the burden I am carrying inside
and give me peace (I ask a bit)
I’d write it.
But heart is wild and I have stepped into fire so my face and feet are burning.
A paper is too far away.

I got a brush sitting near so I hold it to the flames because I know
I know that if I try I can turn them blue
like skies or water
and it won’t hurt anymore
but you see, it just melted in my hand and I only got more blisters.

Trust me I wanted to heal.

Your promised land of perfect endings now dances before my eyes:
it’s full of rainbows, calm waves, butterflies and roses combined.
But oh destiny unkind! My throat chokes and scars scream and fingers just don’t reach.

My fingers just don’t reach.

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18 thoughts on “Blisters

  1. Eddie says:

    “Your promised land of perfect endings now dances before my eyes:
    it’s full of rainbows, calm waves, butterflies and roses combined.
    But oh destiny unkind! ” Oh MY. Brilliant

  2. Harsha says:

    Its been a long since I visited your Blog Maria..Hope u remember me… πŸ™‚
    Now this is very beautifully written,very nicely composed… :-),like all your other poetry this one also deserve applauds..:-)

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