Darling it's not alright. It's not
a good thing that they did.
It's not something you should
have to see. It's a terrible thing
they have done to you.
I apologize on their behalf.
Because you'll never hear
it from them. There's no
excuse, justification, or
reason as to why they did.
And maybe that's the worst
part about it. It's not fair dear
one and I'm sorry it had to
be you. I cannot mend the
damage done to your mind
because I haven't the thread
of sanity to spare. Unfortunately
the world goes on, with or
without your pain. As I write this
I know you'll deny what you feel.
You want to bleed? I'll let you bleed.
You want to bleed because you
think you'll feel fine?
Very well then bleed.
But only a pint.
And then I'll ask you to
stand tall and upright.
It's not fun and it takes
too much time.
But I swear to
you dearest
that I'll be
patient
and
kind.
For G.P.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
