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It Just Hurts too Good
by Racquel CervantesThere are realities of situations
and dreams known not of
Even to my own heart, my eyes remain blind
I churn into the dark
hacking at obstacles I believe ahead
feeling downward, to discover
I've lacerated my own knees
Wishes of profundity, of fame, of meaning
wounds that fade and reappear elsewhere
does bleeding ever end?
Or do pains regenerate
in my endless search
to heal
The stars may change from year to year
and yet I remain haunted of the same demon,
of desire and longing.
To be loved by impossible circumstance
Turn by turn I fall
ever leaning into thorns
shoving myself further onto this sword
a self-inflicted harm
I haven't yet learned to release. 04/16/2014 Posted on 04/17/2014
Copyright © 2025 Racquel Cervantes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/18/14 at 02:56 AM And this poem hurts so good to read. Compelling introspective expression, made all the more impactful by its choice of language and construction. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/20/14 at 12:07 AM How is it that we take so long to realize it is we who bring the greatest pain to us. If we didn't take things so seriously oh how wonderful life might be. But then who would write. Very nice m'lady. |
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