I hush my lips
and close my eyes.
I will not say a word.
Emotions stalled,
My pulse is low.
Even screaming,
I’m unheard.
The rain beats down,
The thunder roars,
I stand frozen in my steps.
Black winds blow
A chilling breeze
As I stand
Soaking in regrets.
I close my eyes,
I go to sleep,
Still no comfort
comes to me.
In my mind,
The vision fades that,
In the past,
had set me free.
I cut the vein,
I spill the blood,
To prove
there’s life within.
Cover the scars,
Paint the smile,
So on the inside,
I can mend.
I hush my lips
and close my eyes.
I will not say a word.
Emotions stalled,
My pulse is low,
Even screaming,
I’m unheard.
I wrote this poem following sexual assault in 2007. It is not a cry for help. But for others, poems like this are a cry for help. Pay attention to the blogs you read! People need to know they matter.
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