That muscle that pumps the blood through my veins
Yet, it still pumps,
keeps me breathing,
among the living,
those who have caused this immense pain.
Each act against my person
Has stabbed the knife deeper
Into that cage
That is to protect that
Most important muscle
From attack. Those not
Of physical nature, however,
slip through the bars of that cage, are the
deepest, last the longest.
But this last was a siege
Upon my soul and has
Removed the instrument of injury
Though painful, this blade of betrayal
Was keeping my soul intact
And so without, has shattered.
Yet that traitor of a muscle keeps me breathing,
Painfully going through the motions, as I try to
Make sense of the mess that is now my soul.