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Sucker punched,
gasping for air
I staggered,
then the searing pain
of the knife between my ribs,
your words are sometimes like that,
like murder,
but then, mine too,
so, hold me
just as I’m holding you,
only love can soothe
such deep wounds.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, relationship
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Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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Heartfelt and so beautiful!❤️
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Thank you for your lovely response Richa.
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Oh my, that’s good.
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Thank you so much
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You’re most welcome.
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Wow that is powerful
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Thank you so much Lyn
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words are weapons so we must be mindful how we use them … apologies and hugs can never erase the deep emotional wounds they leave 😦
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Well they can be, but for me, when I let go, I do really transcend, I must say it is so healing to let go, it’s like a huge weight coming off. 🙂
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you’re way of debriefing but sounds like you could use the pressure cooker method rather than the volcano …
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I like to make a good brew 😉
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Beautiful 😯
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Many thanks.
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Great example of our Yin and Yang and the Love that transcends it all! 🙂
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Yes indeed, the love that transcends, thank you Tom.
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Seems to be something in us — in human nature — that can that be enraged enough to lash out at our lovers — but not just lash out, lash out intent on murder.
I suppose the ancient Greeks would have nodded whenever it was mentioned, then said, “Our tragic flaw.” Or at least one of our Flaw’s many masks.
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Yes, our tragic flaw indeed, Thanks Paul.
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Very beautiful picture u have chosen.
Trading deep wounds. Countless punches and still love – what a miracle.
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Yes, a miracle indeed, thank you for your reflection Gerhard.
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I have lived this very poem. Well done
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Yes, I knew these words, it did pop out of experience. Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks
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Always love sharing your posts!!! Thank you so much for all your support and views on my blog! I really appreciate it!!!
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Well, I’m most appreciative
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So true. Couldn’t agree more, Paul.
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Thank you so much Punam.
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You are welcome, Paul.
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So true..only our words and warmth in the embrace can heal us for sure.
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Oh, the things we do to one another and how we clutch together for love. This is heart-wrenching, Paul. Well done.
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Yes the joy and the pain wrapped together, so tricky to navigate even for mindful people. Thank you Susi.
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Very tricky. You’re welcome!
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