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The Wound


Pain has a few descriptions. It couldn't be all bad. Could it? Broken hearts. Broken promises. Broken bones. Broken paths. The heart. That brainless fool that takes my mind hostage. Yet it's no fool like the heartless brain. Theres something I need to say. It's what I believe pain is to be. In my recent poem 'Know Thy Worth', I mentioned a bad back could get a bit better if all the knives and swords were removed. I wrote that with figurative thought of being stabbed in the back. I've loved and got heartbroken. Picked up smoking. I've figured out a lie, only to forgive myself for believing it for so long. I invested my money, my home, my life, only to have to give it all away to survive. Blood. I always have a memory of how it tastes. Yet my back. Literally in pain from the days of work. Figuratively in pain from the souls of those who didn't see me as an equal. Stepped on. Written on. Seen as a target. Most vulnerable part of my body. Neglected by my eyes. Those eyes of mine. Having their own stories to share, giving a sign for what's to come. Yet fail to protect my back. Hopeless. These stab wounds are not seen by man. Everyone has at least one. I dare say the only ones who should never have these scares are the newborns of this world. These scares won't disappear. And the sight everyone else seems to see, will trigger a memory only you could relate to. Trust. An honor to have it. An honor to stand with it. An honor used to protect the backside of allies. Yet, with so little protection, and so little trust, it's still vulnerable. Nowadays, standing against walls, paranoid of soft smiles and determined friendships, has me feeling safe. Safe for a moment. Ofcourse, until I have to move again. So it's what I see. I don't know what's behind me. Daggers, great swords, or maybe even sticks. Not sure. Yet this pain is sharp. That's what's holding me down. Note this Take the sword and slowly remove it from a man's back, with the true intention of quickly healing him. You will be the honored guest protecting their backside from that point on. Yet if you wish to break him, just know this... That sword you pulled out, is the one that harms him...figuratively.
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