Resin Nature Art
the fierce missing shatters my bones
the gravity of grief unraveling
exposing my marrow
stripping off layers.
and I have to regrow again
the skin and sinew of “now”
that holds me together.
© ceenoa
you cannot see my scars, the silver lines that cover me,
head to toe, heart to soul, completely wrapped.
an irredescent netting, marking the breaking and the healing,
the threads of a new outer that constrain the broken.
© ceenoa
Thank you. I love you too Sis.
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Ah, sweet Osyth, you are such a lovely person. I did not intend for any other to feel pain upon reading these words, I just write what must get out of my heart. I send you virtual bandaids for your lacerations, and much affection for you empathy. YOU are an incredible woman. (If only the folks of the world could say that to people more often, perhaps we would be a happier place).
Thank you Ali, I appreciate your compliment.
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It must be an inherited trait 🙂 Thanks
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Ceenoa 
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