Contemplative

Contemplative
Bleeding, really
Guilt
Makes an ugly mess
But with every bleed
It lessens
With every bruise
Every pierce
Every cut
Every burn
I hope you never understand
I hope you never “get it”
If you did
You’d not survive
With your weak mind
And your whiny ways
Always the victim
Can’t embrace your pain
It’s an ugly thing
But part of you
And YOU MAKE YOURSELF UGLY!
Ugly with pain
I have beauty
Because
I embrace my pain
I embrace the horror
I embrace the darkness
And
I hope you never understand.