hurt

i don't count the pages, no siree,

nor the minutes,

nor the times i've been hurt, bashed against cold stone,

no, i do not count because quantity is for the spoils,

i bandage myself each time,

wounds fade, forgotten 

Author's Note

is this any good?

Reviews

[Beautiful Intentions]

Since you asked... This is very good, Jenni. And in so many ways I relate to this wonderful little piece of writing on several levels today. Why count every time that I've been hurt? Why keep track of the blows? Life has always had its peaks and valleys... The strength in this poem so incredibly evident and highly inspiring. That sensation on getting back up again, dusting yourself off, throwing on a few bandages and life continues on as if you had never stumbled at all. Many wounds that do fade, become forgotten in time... Wonderfully executed, Jenni. Empowering!

[Jenni]

thank you so much, i really appreciate this!