Bruises

Bruises
On my arms
On my thighs

Bruises
On my neck
On my soul

I want to tell my love where the bruises come from
Why they're there

But I can't collect my words
When all I can think about
Is how I want my loves lips where his were
How I need his hands to caress where his grabbed
I need his spirit to love what he tried to steal
How I want so badly to pull him
Into the corner
When no-ones around
To gently push him up
Against the wall and to drown
In his soul
To place a small kiss up against his
Beautiful lips
To look into his calm seas
Where I can never be lost
Because I've found the eye of the storm
The Pinnacle
Where all chaos is simply observed
Ineffectual
Sometimes treaded like the gentle Pacific
Sometimes plunged into
Like the raging Atlantic

The centerfold
Of my own chaos
Is reflected

I've elected to stare back
To get perpetually challenged
Directionally unmanaged

I try to stay
Disciplined

To
Remember....

Bruises
They're just bruises.

Sticks and stones
When you're sick and lonely

But bruises can never chain me

...unless I let them....

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The bruises on the body fade with time, but the ones on the soul are the ones that never heal. These words speak to me of an abusive relationship. One where there is much hurt when there is a longing for love. I hear a call, a cry for escape and freedom. It is there if you want it, not an easy path, but it is there.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

You are wise to separate yourself from your ex, but I would say be careful. Don't jump out of the frying pan into the fire. Caution and good luck required :)