Tuesday, November 26, 2019
The only distance is the bathroom in between.
Pulling the blankets higher trying to disappear.
Hoping to wake up, I don’t.
Imagination has become my reality.
Sinking further into my bed,
the water rushes over me.
It takes me to a place where I can breathe.
Rising above the waves,
no one can find me here.
I can feel the sun stinging my cheeks.
I can hear the roaring of the ocean,
crashing, crashing, crashing
so repetitive it’s almost soothing.
Almost.
Stillness again surrounds me.
Darkness resurfaces.
Eyes startled open by coldness.
The unused space of plastic waterbed,
piercing my naked skin.
Warmth below the sheets.
No recollection of what just happened
or how I got cut to bleed.
My insides ripping in pain.
Confusion sets in.
I grab a towel to clean myself,
get back into bed.
I lie there emotionless,
as apathy becomes my only friend.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
now left dripping with silence.Moment by moment my worth
drowned in condemnation.
Thrown against the wall.
The screams for justice,
erased from my lips.
Value ripped from my heart.
Emptiness deep inside my soul.
The one who brought me life
killed who I was created to be.
Will you leave me here with no restoration?
Smiles and laughter cover the wounds
too thin to keep them from seeping.
No sense of identity.
The blood continues to pour,
not from hands afar
but from my own.
Has your spirit fled my soul?
Darkness seems the only answer
as the light is more than black.
My life has ended in this place,
yet my heart continues to beat.
I’m lost and I’m scared
Is this the end?
Or will you come take my cup
and fill it with your love?
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