It's not strong
But It keeps lurking
The subtle hurt.
On top and below
Of wherever my soul can go
Always present but never noticed
Like the air i breathe.
No, it's not powerful enough
To make me flinch
To blur my eyes
To ache my heart.
It’s subtle
Just like a constant itch on my nape
I have made peace with.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 3:37 PM UTC
It's not strong
But It keeps lurking
The subtle hurt.
On top and below
Of wherever my soul can go
Always present but never noticed
Like the air i breathe.
No, it's not powerful enough
To make me flinch
To blur my eyes
To ache my heart.
It’s subtle
Just like a constant itch on my nape
I have made peace with.
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