Searching for palatable thoughts to ingest through writing.
Touching the beauty of my soul, watching it's rhythm sway
in time with music.
Blood of abandonment flowing out - unstoppable - hurting me
just to see it's wound.
Trying to ascertain how it can be healed, yet, finding there
is no cure for a soul ripped open by a friend.
Tell-tale harm already done, there's no pathway to healing -
it's a brand new experience to find myself in.
There's another side of me, standing in the wings, wanting
to just fold up and disappear forever.
Knowing there is no opening to forgiveness from another.
Living on shores of loneliness, unafraid of what is in store.
(10/03/12)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good write. And relatable to most