Scars.
These scars.
Stretched broken skin.
Warped around my scalp.
Slashed through my left eyebrow.
Lining the outside of my arm.
Traveling along the skin of my chest.
Settling deeper than my emotions, marking them away.
Flashbacks of that blue Chevy that rammed into me.
Breaking my skull, breaking my soul, forgetting who I am.
Then you made me remember, with every small kiss.
Sensation slowly coming back into my numbed limbs.
Even with those seizures that overtook me.
You were there, holding my heart.
Giving me something called belonging,
I hadn't known before.
Breathing into me.
Slowly falling.
You.
Written as Trials and Tribulations as my muse
YOU ARE READING
A Different Path for Words
PoetryPoems dealing with every feeling you have felt, some more to come as well. This book will never be finished because I will constantly be adding to it as I grow. Come grow with me.
