unscathed? Who among us goes through life, unscathed? The heart probed, poked, pierced. Bloody, dripping, open wet wounds: Some scars, some now callused, fresh ones, scabbed. Untended, unmended, upended. Who among us goes through life, unloved? Love's needs unmet. The beating, throbbing, pulsing pressure of unreturned love, reverberates in chest's gaping canyon. Love unrequited shrinks, sinks the heart. The unfelt heart laughs, jumps, cries, yearns, longs, full, and sings-not. Shudders, shakes, shivers, quivers, trembles, bubbles over, helpless heart. Who among us goes through life, unscathed? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image: © Nevit Dilmen [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) via Wikimedia Commons
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