Every wound a writing prompt.
Every burn a comment liked.
Throw away the empty bag
when the miracle has been denied.
Right or wrong,
or common cause,
the infection never heals itself.
Caught up in someone’s
bad day,
turns out
that we can’t live life
for someone else.
Concrete,
warm
in the sun,
but there’s things
we have done
that we can’t forgive ourselves for.
Medicate,
amputate,
there doesn’t seem to be away
out of here,
except the obvious.
I wish
that my pain
was only
my pain,
but I know
pain
is felt
by others.
I wish
that I
could erase
my mind,
but I’m here
with you
so, whatever.
We’ll go through it together.
HG – 2021
