The bleeding heart from bruised fixations.

The bleeding heart from bruised fixations.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Shadows moved
along suffering walls
as old memories stir
where the sutured heart
hangs by threads
touched by time’s serrated edge,
the cut runs deep
in the throes
of eternal bleeding.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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There ya go.. the first cut is rarely the deepest, or the last... the ache of it tho can go on forever.. maybe sometimes & fixations are never healthy....I do like these words tho & true... N

Posted 7 Years Ago


the turn i see in L7 touches that deeper place ... how suffering is more of a blessing than joy if we learn its lessons ... reading your closing i think of the heart of God ... grieving over foolish "mistakes" we make over and over ..how deep God's sigh and sorrow must be ... only exceeded by His great love ;)
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and reviewing my friend.😀

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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