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Crying During Acupuncture

 

Pricked at birth
The sting still hurts

Now my stiffened knee
is loosening

Now one tear falls
for two losses

A mirror speck
that holds the past

The tear my mother
couldn’t shed

The one my sister
couldn’t hold back

It swelled then slipped
like a clean drop of rain

Like a gem of truth
snapped from a necklace

Down my cheek
in undistorted release

A precious pearl
hard earned

________Colleen Redman / Poets United  / Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads

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