what is the sound of a feeling
if it’s from harm or healing?
what is the taste of a punch
if it’s not a beverage with lunch?
what is the look of an insult
if it’s from one you no longer trust?
what is the texture of despair
when roots are pulled along with hair?
and what is this sweet smell of escape
-with no longer a need to bow and scrape?

©Vivian Zems

Poetry Pantry #483

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