Life in Suffering
Like a chill sprouting from behind the ears,
trickling down my spine
I let my sadness flush through my veins, for now I am full.
As in denial, that my pain was mine
I was blind
I have the right to feel, it's feeling that will cleanse my soul.
Replace the dried up blood that you once touched
with you I was filled with nothing but muck.
Now the tide's rolled in and salt seeps into my wounds
and of course it hurts, but healing is what it'll do.
Just let it hurt, completely feel your pain
be entirely unashamed
It's pain that makes you you
So goes for all other humans too.
This poem is about:
Me