pain is invisible.
It can only be felt.
Its less than sympathetic heart rewinds lost moments;
buries one deep beneath the surface.
It dances across the skin,
leaving a trail of mauve affection— why does it come?
Why can’t it be seen?
Ragged at the edges, irrelevant, forgotten
and dismissed; it marks the soul first then body follows.
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Hmmm, interesting reflections. True, it has no visible form; one can only imagine. that – even when it is physical pain. How much more so for the emotional kind.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A beautiful description of pain, Sanaa:
‘It dances across the skin,
leaving a trail of mauve affection…
…it marks the soul first then body follows.’
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I like the way the poem runs from the title directly into the first line. having had first-hand dealings with pain in many forms, i can really relate to this depiction.
Thank you so much, Kerry 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I, too, can relate to your words. How often I‘ve wanted the invisible to be seen if only for a moment of comfort❣️👏🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Pain…we can only see our/another’s reaction to it…I too love how the title is part of the poem..as it should be..I’m not good at that.
I agree, we can only see our/another’s reaction to it. I am so glad you liked that the title is part of the poem, Susie 😀 it was spontaneous 💄❤️
… and if it scars it will remind you forever …
“…buries one deep beneath the surface.
It dances across the skin..”
That reminds me of the Scabies under the skin worm. Good write, Sanaa.
Stay Safe
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You too, stay safe Jim! 💄❤️
The invisibility of pain….it is for some. Others wear their pain visibly because it ravages the body as well as the soul.
Excellent take on the prompt.
Thank you so much, Lillian 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️