Intact Poem by Lizzy Scott

Scattered heart
Across the globe,
Rivers running with my pain
Amass the story, never told.

Wholeness is my longing,
To keep my wrists in tacked
To never have known hurt,
Not to know the gruesome fact.

A teardropp raises the ocean
And you wonder how it is made.
Stories told, of sacrificial feats
This tunnel just won’t end, won’t be complete.

My story is a tattered one,
Of scars beyond my years
Of running eyes, crimson arms,
I’ve remembered every tear.

Running forward,
Drama left behind
The black cloak lifted,
Revealing heart, soul, mind.

Step by step is another
From my past,
Of grey memories, dark nights,
And pain filled days.

Do not read and understand,
My ways of being human.
Smudging windows, locking doors,
But you, I still believe in.