Sojourn

by Megha's World
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I’m picking scabs
pieces,
leftovers,
little-little tiny pieces
stuck here and there
slipped and
stuck between the cracks
trying hard to get to them
using my bony fingers, knuckles and
what not,
to scrape and brush
and cleanse
my soul,
of all the debris
you have left inside
those little fragments
shards piercing my
heart and
soul
small freckles
imbued forever,
not coming out easily
from your soul’s
sojourn into mine.
 
–Megha
I blog at Megha’s world
 
Photo by William Recinos on Unsplash

 

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