Hitting Ground
by Anna
inside of my chest. It feels as if the life has been knocked out of me instead of wind. Pain begins where feelings were hurt, tears hypnotize bloodshot eyes, bruises swell inside and out, leaving no place unhurt, no place in doubt of what just happened. So fast were the emotions, so strong were the eyes that looked away, so hard was it to face today, and yet here I am, standing in your way. Don’t think to pass me by without so much as hello or hi; we both know what you did, you should be sorry now, and we both know, deep down, I’m still on the ground- waiting for that helping hand, the one that makes me start over again. Standing today in a crowd of people, looking around and not seeing a face, hearing no sound and crying in space. What do I do with a frozen heart that’s been broken? How do you heal the wounds that have been reopened, how do you hide the scars that you make with every wrong choice? Whose voice will call out to me now, and tell me to stop, and tell me somehow, that life is worthwhile, and to fake that smile. Hitting the ground and hearing my heart pound inside of my chest. I’m lying here, feeling worse, how can I break this horrible curse that has been put upon me? How do I get up now, when the scars are here but deeper, when I cry but now I’m a weeper, when I try but I’m no reaper? |