Stitch Me Back Up

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Abstract

rails of my words tapering off as I lay my head down</p><p id="82ab">The pain I want is that of my children even though they seem to be doing well or as well as any one of us can be doing when we are stuck inside for this long wondering what life will be like on the other side of this bedlam</p><p id="2654">I want to release my fear and let it ooze out of me A liquid reminder of a world gone mad Words dripping down my arm like a cryptogram, but I don’t have the code and this puddle is my life</p><p id="b1af">I hope it ends soon this relentless bloodletting and constant anxiety over a future dying by a thousand cuts I want to release it all and have you stitch me back up</p><p id="7671">A scar to remind me of where I was when we got a reminder that we aren’t so spec

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ial and at any time in the future it might come to cut us again But next time, I’ll be ready</p><p id="bdc0">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="e073">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="5025" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/inside-of-me-is-broken-glass-2e37b750270c"> <div> <div> <h2>Inside of Me is Broken Glass</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*hhqzZPX5MOym6s92)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

The world is cutting me and watching me bleed emotion into a weepy notebook of catastrophized hopes and dreams and all I can think of is that I want more pain

I don’t want your pain although if you were in need I could probably handle some and hide it behind this stoic veneer, but it would still leak out of my wounds The entrails of my words tapering off as I lay my head down

The pain I want is that of my children even though they seem to be doing well or as well as any one of us can be doing when we are stuck inside for this long wondering what life will be like on the other side of this bedlam

I want to release my fear and let it ooze out of me A liquid reminder of a world gone mad Words dripping down my arm like a cryptogram, but I don’t have the code and this puddle is my life

I hope it ends soon this relentless bloodletting and constant anxiety over a future dying by a thousand cuts I want to release it all and have you stitch me back up

A scar to remind me of where I was when we got a reminder that we aren’t so special and at any time in the future it might come to cut us again But next time, I’ll be ready

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