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Aug 2014
I was always taught not to feel so bad
that bad things happen to bad people too
I learned not to feel sorry for myself
because everyone else already did
I realized everyone hurts, everyone feels the pain
not everyone suffers
This is how I learned to feel
everything
loudly
in my finger tips
and my toes
the ends of my hair
the tip of my nose
I feel everything as if it were a massive earthquake
even though it was just a paper cut
I can't tell if this is a blessing or a curse
melodie foley
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melodie foley  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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