Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
She said,
I must wear my pain like razor wire,
but when you see me,
you fail to look beyond the wire.
When I say, I live deeper,
come join me, you’ll enjoy it;
you make it a fence;
you wear my pain like razor wire.
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