My Poetry

Sometimes You Forget

I think that maybe sometimes

You forget that the stranger

Next to you on the bus

Is trying to hold back

Her head because something

In her is urging her to

Fall apart and I think

Sometimes you forget

That we all have

Scars that are not visible

And not painted

On their arms

And I think

Sometimes we forget

That the past is so

Painful but so is

The future