How much more pain can I feel
until I finally just explode?
Until my broken, battered body
falls lifeless to the floor.
How many more tears can I shed
before the well finally runs dry?
Before I turn to dust and blow away
and no trace of me remains.
How much more ache can I bare
until I just become quietly numb?
Until the wailing stops and the silence falls
and I can pretend that I have healed.
Things like this don’t go away
they leave a permanent stain.
A jagged scar, a phantom limb,
the memories linger through time.
I feel like I’m loitering, lingering
on the fringes of my old life.
I am waiting again, this time waiting to leave
and become a ghost in another time.
I will never be fully whole again
a piece of me has died right here.
Another broken piece in the puzzle
that will never fit together again.