Sometimes just sometimes,
Wounds are so small, you don’t even see them with your eyes,
You don’t even feel them or maybe don’t
Acknowledge their existence,
Or you ignore them from the beginning,
And then something strange happens,
You can feel the small heartbeat,
All of a sudden you feel that pulse,
And you don’t know where it comes from,
Until you remember your wound,
It acknowledged its existence with small beat,
Just for you to hear, just to feel it this time for real
Just for you to know
” I am beating here, and not going anywhere”.


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