Poem #301:

there’s this gaping hole

            in my heart

yet they never noticed i was

                        bleeding.

my heart bleeds

a mess of jumbled-up

     sentences.

they tell me this

            sadness is

temporary

yet i see it in their eyes

            the

concern

            as the therapist asks me about the past four years

as my heart bleeds

a mess of jumbled-up

            sentences.

more medication, she says

as if chemicals and logic can cure

emotions

as if a pill can stop the bleeding

my heart bleeds

a mess of jumbled-up

sentences.

no words

can explain

my pain.

-Lucy