If Wishes were Fishes

I wish there was

an ER

for wounds of the heart.

b/c I do not know how

to heal this

bloody gaping wound

inside my

soul.

I wish there was

a magic needle,

in which i could stitch myself (so raw)

back.

together.

I wish i could take

time away.

time apart.

time heals all?

but this.

the trauma

is too severe.

it surprises me

that everyone cannot see it

that everyone is not scrambling for their cell phones

to call an ambulance for my

butchered heart.

(oh yah, it’s all inside me…)

Where once was a

back yard filled

with laughter

and

sunlight.

with fresh sheets on the line,

where two little girls filled their shoes

with ice cold

water

for kicks-

in now a scene of devastation.

Flooded by

the ever renewing source of

grief

and irrevocable loss…

my tears have

drowned it

all.

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