✈️Free Verse (49)✈️ – Sharp Edges

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Sharp edges pierce
skin and bone, the
things that matter
cut patterns in my
skin, making scars,
healed and pink now.

Sharp edges are 
on words meant to
wound the recipient;
I am better than you,
they seem to say, but
not true - they are the
sword of reproachment.

The dagger that tells
the truth, I am scared
that I am not good
enough, but for who?
Mother or lover, friend
or just someone who
is passing through?

Why do I measure 
myself like this - always
wanting, but what do I
want or even need to
make me always enough?
Peace of mind, that calm
space that lies deep within.

Those words, soft and 
round, endearments said
in a quiet whisper, those
words, the simple truth,
I am as good as you are
And you are equal to me!

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