Ragged Edges

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When the ragged parts of me

Meet the ragged parts of you

Sparks fly

Emotions grind

Wounds break open

And we must decide

When the mêlée subsides

If we are sharper

For the next time

Or if perhaps

We have become

Just a bit more smooth

Because of this

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Donna L Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)

Writer and university professor researching the human condition, generational studies, human and animal rights, and the intersection of art and psychology