It's A Pity
It's a pity that
you can't take off your skin
like an old dress
can't cover the rags
with a smart dress
so that to impress
can't embroidery stitch the holes
made by moles
it's a pity that
you can't pull out your heart
to bask in the sun
can't force it cut and run
from the life of one
can't let your soul
fly in the sky like birds
to defend it from hurts
that's how you go
trying nothing to show
avoiding the turns
keeping scars and burns
anxiety and echoes of doubt
can't speak aloud
being hurt so much
by the occasional touch
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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