whenever i go through something
that i think is too hard for me to defeat,
i immediately counter that with the thought
that that challenge is important, for me
to be able to unlock
the next version of myself.
this feeling,
no matter how shitty this is,
i will need it someday.
for maybe i will come across
a situation where someone else,
probably a person that is
important to me,
is going through the same thing
that i did years ago —
same confusion,
same sadness —
and i’ll know exactly
what to do.
and so, i will feel
this stabbing as deep as i can
in my flesh down to my
rusty bones,
and through it.
i will feel it crack
and the knife will be taken away again,
and the wound will cry like my eyes do.
i will feel it deeply,
like swallowing a whole sword,
with its blades scratching
my throat.
i bleed for a reason,
and i know that someday it’ll all heal.
but for now, i will cry
until my eyelids are swollen
because sadness is a part of me
that i will never neglect
ever again.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poesía"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
