therapy
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Silent Echo
Silence has an echo, Things left unsaid speak back. Words that should have been whispered into an ear, Being read instead. But unspoken words are all I have, So these scribbles will have to do. Graffitied on my mind, Etched into my skull. Begging for forgiveness, And love unconfesssed, The truth untold, the lie left… Continue reading
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Crepitus

A poem from my time working as a paramedic- I’m not supposed to know the word crepitus, Let alone the sound, Or the grating feeling of it in my hands. Continue reading