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Too Much

Too Much  They call it Pain Tolerance, measured in a threshold determined by the wearer, a number of fingers you can withstand before two hands shortfall the scale,  a 10 spectrum limit that fails to consider all the categories of this feeling’s complexity.  Am I at a 9 because I’m still breathing?  There’s a numbness beyond comprehension that confuses the brink of my endurance, as if the ache resides in negative space. an inverted sensation, the vast white surrounding the ink blotches  that could explain this intoxication. I changed the last word of this poem at least 6 times, and with each revision, I found new meaning inside my own lines. I implore you to take away your own interpretation. Sure, I wrote the poem, but the meaning is not absolute. What it means to you is just as significant as the reason I wrote it. I write poetry for me, but you read it for you. We’re equals in this process.

Happy Monday!!

–Leanne Rebecca

 

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Guest Post: Tasha Kaminsky

Tasha KaminskyTasha KaminskyAbout the author:

Tasha Kaminsky, 25, is a published author and graduate of the FSU Creative Writing Program and holds a M.A. in Near Eastern and Judaic Studies from Brandeis University. She is committed to advocating for children,  human rights, and promoting co-existence and tolerance in the Jewish community through learning and empathy.

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