rough edges

Greetings, my friends!

This week, I am deviating from my more academic approach to poetry, in favor of something more visceral.

For context, by the time I preview a poem to my subscribers each Saturday, and formally release it through social media on Sundays, I usually have 6-8 poems written, edited, and in queue to select from.

I literally wrote this poem yesterday. But my Muses compelled me to release it immediately. I felt an aching sense of urgency to put it into the world.

So, I sincerely hope this poem’s message of resilience and love resonates with many of you today. Maybe some of you even needed to hear it. To feel it.

Most of all, I hope you connect with it. Please let me know your thoughts/ feelings/ reactions in the Comments Section below.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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rough edges

i traced the rough edges

of your time-tattered heart

soft with my fingertips

felt the scars carved by pain

smelt the redolent blood

from each exposed vein

and with every pulse

i knew you

and with each catched breath

i knew you

and with echoed desire

i knew you

i admired you all the more

for your whist resilience

the strength at your core

so soft with my fingertips

i probed the rough edges

and despite such ache…

i found only love

9 comments

  1. You have really captured how we all wear toughened exteriors to hide our soft hearts from incoming attackers. It’s rare that anyone ever gets to see those delicate vulnerabilities.

  2. A tender heart, exposed to rust, begging to be freed, so trace it you must. Very nice PS.

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