Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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