Wound Up
My nerves were
so tightly wound
one sound of dissention
would make me jump
from my shivering skin
Your words, as always
hateful and cruel
were like salt poured
in an open wound
Stinging and painful
Fearing the worst
I escape before
finally snapping
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Lillian is hosting Monday Quadrille at D'Verse Poets tonight
She has prompted us with Homographs. A word that, although spelled
the same, has two different meanings depending on how it is spoken.
The word she has asked us to use is "Wound". We can use it once
or twice showing both meanings.
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