her sadness
was
so intense
that it
left an imprint
upon
on my flesh
my burning chest
when we held
my sister’s sadness
forever changed
etches deep in my flesh
mutated
I am consumed
my body
my mind
every memory
surfacing
feels woken
defrosted
wet and desolate
jolted from a placid state
a bandage ripping off a scab
exposing raw flesh
opening the dam
flooded
the heart’s intuition begins to flow
do i possess the strength
or am i just an
overwhelmed
sorrow addict looking
for her next fix
am i drawn to a familiar sorrow
ever encompassing sadness
is there such a thing
is there such a thing?
Upon reading. Editing and adding words and lines, I felt that two things were happening. I was recreating my poem by adding these words and lines. By the process of separating them I realized that a second poem was being created 🙂 thus I left the added lines to the right. The poem can now be read in three ways.