ready to feel
are you really ready to feel?
to live with the pain of knowing
nothing of love
balancing the weight through
a life time of loss
a wind swept day lonely
of any real warmth other
than your own
are you really ready to feel?
alone,
scared and terrified of time,
the half blood stitch it leaves
in the heart
when all that was expected
fell lost among the pages of
a life’s work,
drowned in the decades
that passed you by
in a blink of an eye
the painter
the artist
the writer
who’s reluctant to admit
their inks run dry
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