Bare feet bruised by pebbles bloodless pain painless blood strewn on pathways -meaningless milestones -rocky obstructions -tiny stones puncture fast-moving wheels Each one has stories to tell describe their personal hell I just took too long to listen to write hurt in red
Reena Saxena 
Nice poem Reena! And what a lovely picture! 😍
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Thank you, Shreya!
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‘writing hurt in red” – Love this, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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This really packs and emotional punch, Reena! I love ‘bloodless pain/painless blood,’ and the idea of ‘writing hurt/in red.’
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Thank you, Ingrid! There is so much that is invisible but hurts.
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Beautiful and moving. You really capture the emotion
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Thank you, JYP!
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“I took too long … to write hurt in red.” I interpret this as trying to stay tough, afraid to ask for help. Hoping the “hurt in red” she wrote attracted the attention of a shoemaker…
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re very welcome.
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Oh, yes. I have been here. So painful. Well spilled.
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Thank you so much!
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stones cut
leave gash
red blood
itch no
blood so
rear
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Jeez, Reena… this is hard to read (emotionally). So hard 😦
-David
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Thanks! I succeed if it touches a chord.
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it has
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Such a moving and poignant poem Reena
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Oh! so, many stones get crushed underneath, but to know their pain, only a heart filled with emotions can understand.
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Thank you, Vandana!
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