…unleashed from its sheath
Ever apart
ever together
the pain
a sword to the soul
my loss unleashed
from its sheath
carving a path
through my heart
my already broken heart
the sting
of the unseen blade
the scars
leave no marks
upon my skin
for the damage is within
deep within my bones
my heart is not broken
but empty
as empty as a night
without its stars
as empty as a tree
without its leaves
as empty as a riverbed
without its river
blind in the light
yet in the dark I see
dark things
that only reveal themselves
to me
that speak to me
in unheard tongues
an uncensored stream
of incoherent images
interspersed
with the unimaginable chaos
of white noise
I am lost in the moment
unable to discern
what is real
and what is not
I try to hold on
to the possibility
the slim chance
that I am drowning
in a dream
that in the awakening
I will find myself once more
but time is suspended
what feels like centuries
are sweeping over me
as I make my way
through fields of memories
scattered like wildflowers
soft and fragrant
in the aftermath
but achingly out of reach
now walking barefoot
on shards of glass
the broken pieces of us
I finally own my truth
there can be no healing
for to heal
the scars must fade
the scars….
the precious scars….
all that remains of us
so I surrender to dreams
bleeding where I lie
….and I bleed
….and I bleed
….and I bleed
© Ann Bagnall
