In need of your truth
my soul, once more depleted
becomes anemic
In need of your love
my blood runs unaereated
growing anemic
You are my weakness
my heart, again defeated
I am anemic
~Melanie Thomason
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I felt this as it reached for me. Great job.
Thank you so much 🙂
Most welcome, Melanie. Blessings.
I didn’t read your poems in the order you posted them in, so it was actually quite interesting to read this after the ‘fiber’. I know it’s against all rules (are there any?), but I just created this cause and effect thing and suddenly these two poems became related. The fiber, much more descriptive, confrontational and then anemic, tired, frugal and fighting for nothing more than a breath and a blink of the eye.
I have to share it.
Rules?! What rules?! HA, rules be damned anyway. It is so interesting that you read it that way because the were written at the same time, they are related really. The two started as one but wouldn’t play nicely so had to be separated 😉
Gotta love my intuition 😛
Oh and thank you for sharing, always.
your poems are life and death, physical, fiber, blood, heart. Intense and powerful but I feel something behind them, anger, rage, an attitude of TRY ME, Come get some, there’s so much strength behind your words…you are daring others to cross the line you have drawn in the sand but at the same time you cave to love.
Absolutely, I am ready for a fight 😉
And yes, then there is the soft side 🙂
That’s a great way to be. If they deserve i, they get the good stuff, if they don’t then they have to deal with the other you:) I like that about you:) Oh, yeah!
One way love can be a little like bloodletting Melanie.
Indeed, Laurie, indeed.