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Today I Bleed, Again

Today I Bleed, Again

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​I know I’ve been hurt before.

Running after ma, as a toddler, and

bruising my knees against the solid ground

definitely did hurt.


Or fighting dada over the smallest things,

but he showed he cares when my first tooth

fell off and I couldn't stop crying.


It didn’t always hurt to bleed, though.

Like when I donated blood on turning 18!

I still have the yellow smiley brooch they gave me.


Numerous times I’ve cut my poor finger.

I had a tough time to learn cooking,

Daddy’s princess turned a queen, you see.


The best of all? It was when I bled to give birth.

It seemed like aeons lying on the table, pushing

harder by the minute.


But oh, her little cry still rings in my mind

like a sweet jingle.

Every time it was worth the pain.


What about now? even I wonder.


Now when I bleed, it isn’t blood that transpires.

It’s my emotions.

Emblazoned in bold on my wrinkled skin.


They shine at the brightest now,

after being concealed for so many years.


They are forgiving, I must say,

for I’ve let them out for my own selfish needs.

Yet they don’t complain.


I wish every human had this quality.

I wish I had this quality.


Such a pity it took me 80 years of life and 

a month’s solitude to realize the value of forgiveness.


I hope you’re smarter than I was; that you learn

from my mistake;

that you be the superior one, and forgive

your wrong-doer.


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