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This is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!

Wounds

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by aesinclaire

by aesinclaire

I would name the stars after scars on your hands
And the moon for the gap in your smile

Ever-present and eternal, the way you embrace me
Magnetic like the tide and burning brightly in my gaze

Somehow, I've written of you for decades
Pentameter and pages spread out on my floor

Without ever speaking a word, each syllable awaited you,
My hands outstretched to the ether, time stood still

But you know, the mangled scar of what I once was,
The ashes of strangulation, the exodus of hope

The weight of my sins put Sisyphus to shame,
Yet you remained like Polaris in my living room

Arms open, I could have wept for that
Knees buckled, as I knew that anger could no longer keep me warm

The scar has burned, so here I am, bleeding forth
Unto this Earth, the colors bright and alive

For you, I kneel, for you, I am weak
And you listen to my heart beat peacefully at long last