I sit at night sometimes
Awaiting a thought, a time
When I find the tears,
I know it’s right…
It comes so rarely.
A clarifying agony,
Terrified in my own reality
A never healing heart…
Forever bleeding slowly,
But I restrain, hold it back.
Eventually rivers break through dams,
Even those woven the strongest
I fear each time, each time I break down
The dam harder and harder to put back up
Though time, wicked time heals…
Heal I fail to realize
Is the next step in my life
It evades my every turn
Flees into the darkness
Lost forever in the wound…