It's only three days
but already, it feels like three years.
It hurts,
It burns,
It bleeds.
I'm on my knees
Begging for relief
And I end up wondering,
Will this ever subside?
My open wounds
risk infection
and I bleed, I bleed, I bleed.
His words render me sane again.
I am reminded once again
how fortunate I am.
That wave of sadness has receded
and for now I am alive.
