There are events
that can wrench
your stomach out
through your throat
You are certain to die;
your heart can’t bear
another stomping
You are surprised
when you don’t die;
breathing, blinking,
stunned, soundless
Survival seems so
very, very cruel
in all retrospect
Scar tissue can only
grow so thick before
you are terminally
numbed to everything,
to everyone
© Brenda-Lee Ranta
Excerpt from the book Heart Sounds
$13.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com
About the Author
Canadian born, Brenda-Lee Ranta resides in her home-town of Timmins, Ontario. She has been a poet, writing for 54 years; her first poem crafted at the age of seven. Brenda-Lee shares her love of words with her soul-mate, Hugh Dysart, who is also a poet-lyricist-musician.
On the cusp of her retirement, she will be found writing, painting, singing or creating something from the stirrings of her heart. She claims this is who she ‘wanted to be when she grew up.’
Visit Brenda-Lee’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/brenda-lee-ranta-.html
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