Wounded

For some a life path

dagger of love

sharp on both sides

penetrates deep in heart

but with time

like a splinter

works free

leaving

a festering wound

a jagged scar

a distant memory

no trace at all

Reviews

[KeeD]

Not often, but sometimes I allow people to plow into my heart, digging deeper, scooping out love. I have potholes all over. It scares me someday i'll run dry. The thought of haunting memories lingering after a breakup possessed me at the start. Now exorcised from the thought I'm able to live once more. Great write, I feel your wounds as if they are my own.

[Mirror]

Wounded.... what is wound? Might have hurt too many times to remember the word....:(
please tell me about wound, my Workscot, then i will know if I am wounded.....too.

You write well.

[Mirror]

"leaving
a festering wound
a jagged scar
a distant memory
no trace at all....."

Simple. Pains. Narration yet brief. Nice, Workscot. Only I expected elaboration on what "the" wound means as per the title.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the below lines.
"leaving
a festering wound
a jagged scar
a distant memory
no trace at all"
I agree with the logic of the words. Love can leave open wounds and forever memories. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote