Donna Hendra

(08/05/1990 / Truro Hospital: -P)


After sad dreams about dying
I feel like crying.
Because when I wake I realise
It was just a dream

Engulfed in the black that is my soul
But please don’t think it’s poetic
It really is rather droll.
The things I say may make you sick

I want to cut myself
Make it bleed
Make it hurt
Make it permanent

I didn’t think happiness was possible
Tending to hide behind mundane
Now I think it’s probable
Because he made that claim

It’s been a short time but the nightmare is over.
It’s as though I have found my four leaf clover
He keeps me smiling and heals my scars.
I let him break the chains and melt the ice,
That was shielding my heart.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 16, 2008

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