Let go

Let yourself heal. You deserve it.

Does it matter if we pick at scabs? Peel back healing flesh to freshen up our aging wounds?

We’ve got it down to a science; wiping away blood before it stains our clothes, touching ever so lightly to prevent the festering swell of our bodies from setting in.

Smiling in front of bustling crowds when we’d rather be in fields of towering grass, surrounded by nothing but ourselves.

We have silently falling apart down to a science, but we have never learned how to piece ourselves back together.

We have never learned to leave ourselves alone, only to be alone.

We have never learned to clean our wounds, only to worsen them.

We have never learned that what happened to us was not our fault, only that we deserved it.

We did not deserve it.

We deserved so much better.

The scabs will heal and we may have scars,

                                                              but there will be no more pain.

Stop digging your fingers into wounds that should have healed long ago; ignore the itching sensation of never letting go.

Let go.

Reviews

[Silmara McGarry]

What a wonderful joy it was reading this poem!
""The scabs will heal and we may have scars, but there will be no more pain.
Stop digging your fingers into wounds that should have healed long ago; ignore the itching sensation of never letting go.
Let go."". Absolutely fantastic!!!

A BIG well done from me.
All best
:-)
Sil

[Petar Oklobdzija]

i really enjoyed the imagery presented in this piece. Well done!

[Maria]

Wonderful, loved this and so true