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Burnt Hands

letting go

By Serrena GraggPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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The rope burns my hands

As I try to hold on,

It hurts a lot more

Then I thought it would.

The rope

Gave me scars,

Made my hands bleed and ache,

Trying to keep a grip on this,

We were hanging by a thread,

And I was holding on so tight.

Last night

I finally let it go

I gave my hands a rest

And dropped the rope.

I still feel the burn that was

Left on my hands,

Now that your gone,

I know I will keep the scars

Just to know,

That I won’t get burnt anymore.

S.g

/ written July 14, 2018 /

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Serrena Gragg

Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.

More from me at

https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead

xoxo,

S.g

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