Musings, Poetry healing 02/24/202002/15/2020by stickysituation When I thought of you then you were a freshly inflicted wound it stung yet I still poked When I think of you now you are a scratch reopened it tingles I put a bandaid on it There, much better. Share with:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
THIS. this caught my heart. your writing is so relevant and packs a beautiful punch. i adore it!❤ xx LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
<3! K, thank you so much for your kind words. They truly motivate me (as does your evocative work) and inspire me to continue expressing myself xx LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Sticky Situation 
This verse expresses healing so simply and effectively.
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Happy to hear that – thank you, mags.
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You’re welcome, Fiona.
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THIS. this caught my heart. your writing is so relevant and packs a beautiful punch. i adore it!❤ xx
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<3! K, thank you so much for your kind words. They truly motivate me (as does your evocative work) and inspire me to continue expressing myself xx
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