My wounds are really nasty
And that’s starting to be okay with me
It is green
Full of puss
Maybe that’s what my skin was trying to tell me
Tracks
Like a train straight to the station
And I’m not sure how else the universe could
Have told me
I was more hurt and diseased
In the head than most around me
I was feeling
Too much at all times
And it hurt me
I wonder if I’ll ever feel
Less sensitive
Less triggered
Less wounded
Because I feel like I’m starting to be
Like everything and everyone
[what a relief, not to feel seen.]
Around me
Is starting to see me
And how actually
I am broken and bruised
And I am just like you
And I am what I am
Because of
It all
And
I don’t want to go down that rabbit hole
Because I don’t want to feel crazy
I just seem to feel
Better and
That’s more and more and more and
More and more inane to me.
In a marvelous way.