Stitches
Dreaming in bed, I turn and rest my head in on a dark pillow. Falling silently through the night, I see the light. I try to laugh but all my fears come pouring out at once. I hear my echo laugh. Far away, where love does not burn, another me, another time– I am more than what I have become so far.
Here, I need some shelter. I feel the trauma shaking my head. Where did all this hurt rise from? I hear my name screaming in the wind. My silence creates a wave of energy rippling in the sea of pity. Has heaven abandoned me?
I don’t want to wake up from this sweet dream. It is where my soul rests, in a cemetery of water. Flowing so quietly through my pain, I try to smile again. Trauma bites, and gives me a scar. Blood pouring out, nothing stops, nobody quiets my scream. I see the stitches. I see the scar. It reminds me of what I have become... so far.
