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Raw Spot

There’s a spot on him
She knows so well
It’s been rubbed raw
And doesn’t heal
Every time she touches it
She knows why it’s there
It’s a reminder of who he is
And what he does
Why he comes to see her
When he can
She knows the oil she uses can’t erase
The bruise that the gun makes
But she tries anyway
She places her hands
On his skin
Feels him let go
Breathe in
And it’s enough
That she gets to touch
That spot again
Do what she can
To help the one that walks
The blue line
Day after day
Night after night.


💙👣 For my LEO
Jeanna’ Mead
423 a. m. 9.3.20

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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