Fresh and tender to the touch, I wonder

If they can keep secrets. I wonder if

They reveal how close I came to the cliff.

I can't hide them or force asunder

 

My attempts at peace but they leave me stiff

I'm frozen. This isn't just some mere tiff

My mistakes are like tattoos, like thunder

 

Like painful thorns. I want to forget them

Maybe then I could forgive maybe then

It would not be second nature to condemn

My next steps but my scars hurt. Then again

 

Maybe I've spent too much time picking at

Memories that I should have let fall flat

 

Alice Saunders is a poet, writer and editor living in Tampa, Florida. Her work has appeared in the OW Newsletter, BLACKBERRY: a magazine, and The Corner Club Press. Saunders is a Programmer for WMNF Community Radio 88.5 FM. She is also the Editor and Founder of TL Publishing Group LLC. Her latest poetry book, Before the Epiphany, is available on Amazon. You can visit her website at http://lyricaltempest.com.

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August 2018

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