Shared Sorrow
Alex Lazarus-Klein
The wounds I carry are mine but they are yours as well
The knife that entered twists through us both simultaneously
I watched your smile turn my color pale in shadowed silence
My breath broken pain freed alive in my body as well as yours
How do we heal anger held like unpunctured blisters raw
No the wounds that I carry are also yours
Even if you had nothing to do with them sit with me
Unsheath the harm and let flow all that needs to pour out
In anguish may we bind our lives smeared with love
In time I will explain but you still may never understand
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