The soul collects thorns.
The heart hoards regrets.
The mind feast on memories.
The rose profligates.
We were a mutation,
a fender bender, a war
yet some piece of you lingers
in me and I won’t give it back.
The shrapnel remains in the wound.
Think of the stain
that never comes off a shirt.
The burn mark on an empty pan,
left too long on the stove.
Just because we’ve had more than we could take
doesn’t mean we wanted too much.
-Tosha Michelle
My cover of “Love Yourself”
The last 2 lines got me. Another great one.
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Thank you, sir x
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Love your words as usual and your beautiful voice makes me like even a Justin Bieber song 😀
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Ha-ha. Thanks, Geetha
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Welcome 🙂
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Simple, clear, and heartfelt. A new favorite of mine. Well done, Tosha. Love you.
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Thank you x
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My pleasure.
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Your voice is wonderful! Repeat…
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Thanks 😉
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Brave to have posted that song. You have a nice voice.
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Thank you. 😉
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wonderful last line. Great voice, too!
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Thank you 😉
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you’re very welcome!
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Oh so many wounds and shrapnel. I’ll agree with that wholeheartedly, Poetess! And if anyone tells us we are overweight, we can cite all of the broken hearts of the past and then go get a cheeseburger. 😉 This is wonderful, Tosha. ❤
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Ha-ha Sounds like a plan. Thanks, Eric
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beautiful
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Thank you
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Wow. Amazing poem accompanied by such a beautiful voice!! You are a great artist, my friend!!
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Thank you. I appreciate you reading and listening
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Amazing! 💕
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Thank you
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Hello ! From Provence, Marseille. 02:10 AM, good evening to you !
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Hello! You are up late.
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Hi Tosha, nominated your for spirit animal aware, take care!
http://docsuesszueszen.com/2016/01/26/spirit-animal-award/
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Thanks so much!
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The personification and metaphors in this one are fantastic. Most of us carry shrapnel from those old wounds and it most certainly does stay with us. Just wow, Tosha!
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Thank you. Wishing you a wonderful Tuesday.
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You are welcome, my friend, and may your Tuesday be pleasant and filled with great things.
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Thank you. x
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🙂 xo
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Oh, ugghh, heavy sighs…. Breathe…. Choke, Heaves….. Wow.
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Thank you.
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Bloody WordPress is being a twot again! No like button for my crooked index finger to bang.
I will not be defeated, therefore…
LIKE!
Up yours WordPress!
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I know. Having the same issue. Meh
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“Just because we’ve had more than we could take doesn’t mean we wanted too much.” – I absolutely love those last couple of lines “set up” ahead of time by the shrapnel, stain and burn mark imagery. 🙂
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Thank you. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.
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I nominated you for an award https://wwwpalfitness.wordpress.com/2016/01/26/liebster-award-12/
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Tosha you have no idea how this hits home for me. I love all of your poetry that I have read thus far but this one…ah, it just nearly made me teary and ya know… I don’t cry. Beautiful!
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Thanks 🙏❤️
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You are welcome dear Poet.
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💕💕💕
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I loved this poem. Hard, direct and powerful use of words dear Tosha.
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Thanks so much 💕
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I love your work Tosha and you are welcome.
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Likewise.
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