There’s a wound here in this soul, in a corner just out of reach. It pulsates with this peculiar rhythm. Gentle at times, like the tide under a full moon, when the memories seem far, and I feel wistful in the moment, thinking of the joy that became the sorrow.
Other times it vibrates, raging for how such gash cannot be justified nor healed in a single lifetime.
A stormy sea then, demanding blood, light house toppled by the shared effort of hefty waves and an acutely placed strike of lightning. And lost sight, cut by the reefs, I bleed.
Lynn Peyo
Mmm, I felt feisty today.
I felt like taking on a whole dinner course of #prompts, in a 100 word format.
Fingers were flexed, thoughts uncurled, words smithed.
Here’s my entry for
#vss365 #wound #blood
#emoetry #wistful
#2wordprompt #hefty / #feel | #rhythm / #justify
#microfiction