The Sting of one lie after another….
The Sting of believing the lies; day after day, year after year….
The Sting of reality….
The Sting of facing one’s fears only to learn of a new physical fear…..
The Sting of a slap, skin burning, face trembling, ears ringing…
The Sting of salt running down tender reddened skin…..
The Sting of shame….
The Sting of hiding; doors closed, windows shut, body covered….
The Sting of knuckles tattooed into tender skin….
The Sting of dreams shattered and days yet to come…..
The Sting of thorns and thistles, inside and out….
The Sting of once believing in love….
Raven Jan 2009
I wrote this on Friday ( 16.01.09) at about 4.30pm, while at work! (dont tell my Boss!)
I actually woke up that morning with the word “STING” on my mind; and lets face it by 4.30pm Friday, whos really thinking about work!
Looking forward to your comments.