Saturday, October 12, 2013

The Act of Breathing

Things I must remind myself

I am unable to fix what has broken

But these wounds will 

Heal if given the time

Hopefully making me stronger

It is impossible to
Give and accept love
If you are afraid of being hurt
Some people can walk away
From the wreckage
Never looking back
My hands gather
All the twisted metal
Fractured bones
Bleeding lacerations
Feverishly looking
For ways to end the pain and
Cauterize the veins
To stop the hemorrhaging
Cradling all these fragile souls
In this crowded heart of mine
My walls have become
So swollen
That I can barely breathe
The bruises on my chest
Are visible to only me
How do I explain
What others
Cannot see
I can only gasp 
Yearning
For this breath
To finally fill me.

💫Amber Comber







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