Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Filling Blank Pages

I've stitched myself
back together carefully
the thread shows
here and there
but will fall off
when the scars heal
I hide myself
behind sunglasses
dry eyed
wrung out... from weeping
I've folded up
all the corners
that were vulnerable
and cut the edges
I'm like a carbonated soda
with the fizz gone
Someone put my fire out
and now I stand in darkness
many blank pages
of could have beens
left unwritten
I peel off skin
to write on
pale pink... raw
with feeling