O Dear….I’ve ripped us apart,
the paper does not bleed, ( though I do want it too)….
I’m tracing the jagged scar I’ve left cross your face…
in hopes you feel it through.
A scorn , a switch, a light turned off then on…
it felt like Hell …
But
Sometimes
the knowing,
the understanding,
the epiphany of truth
…is a form of breaking too
© Copyright, Lela Cintron 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on August 31, 2015
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Photo Credit: © Ragnar Schmuck/Corbis/Royalty Free Photos
