Peace For The One's That Have Suffered

Tell me about the lines that dance
down your ribs and across
your sunken stomach

And the ones that climb up your wrist
to your inner elbow like a ladder.

Tell me about the year your drunken
father went to jail for leaving
you black and blue

And the night you wrote a farewell
to everyone you loved and drank
bleach to clean your insides.

Tell me about the smile you paint on
your shattering face every morning

And about the girl who left you on
the curb with a tear stained shirt
and a bleeding heart.

Tell me about the year you lost your
sister and all the feelings that
ran through your veins

And about the day you bumped into
the girl who set fire to your insides.

Tell me about the way you felt
happiness in your bones and
streaming through cracks in you.

Tell me about the day
you felt alive again.

Author's Note

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