MargaretE.

Broken
People shy away from
Bruised and battered things
People think it’s hopeless
When they spot a crooked wing

Broken
Is this truly horrible?
Does it mean the end?
If I claim this label,
Is it possible to mend?

On my chest 
this will remain
Forever in my heart
This weight of stone
Where it was lain
Will forever tear me apart

I have tried repeatedly
To make my story heard
But when done, each time I am

Do I still assign the blame
To the most innocent of all?
Do I hide away in shame,
The me that was so small?

‘Live in the present’ is laughable
‘Move on’ is just a joke
When memories are so palpable

I have always loved the phrase
The heart beats a tattoo 
But now I think I’ll take a break
From the inked needle who,
Has valiantly inscribed my pain
Inside and out of view

Each gash of flesh, was tended to 

The scars you see, I wear with pride
A memory of the skin 
But those you can’t, pushed deep inside
Are stained by sorrow’s sins

I gladly tell each marker’s story
Regardless of the pain
For to me, so flawlessly

I try to breath, 
I gasp for air
My chest is growing tighter, 
I’ll lose control
If I can’t find
Some lungs a kilo lighter

With hastened stride my mind has boarded, 
bounding with delight,