Thank you, Stranger
All the hurting settled
no longer in pain,
all tears have dried into my flesh
the one that I see everyday
even then it never fails
it lets me fix it when i am healing
lets me hate it when it is raining
the same skin I have wanted to tear apart
is still covering my bones.
Despite all of my attempts to rip it off
it still protects me,
through all the pain
all of the inner demons
that threaten to burst out
it kept them in,
it kepting me standing
with twisted ankles,
it managed to heal.
This poem is about:
Me