Walking With The Wounded

Take a walk down

this painful parapet

and see what it is to walk with the wounded.

Ashamed

silenced

my fingers all broken and bleeding with the lack

of verse

and words

that

were

to

painful

to

write.

Take a walk down

this painful parapet

don't let me stop you.

See what its like to lose yourself

and be left with only an old photograph of who you once were.

Take a walk down here

and listen

to the little girl crying,

rotting

like decay

from love that was not there

and words

that were to many.

Take a walk down here

and hear the silence

-hear it-

it will stun you

and beat you

with its tempestuous heart.

Take a walk down here

and feel the heat

of betrayal

and see me

for the mess that I am.

Take a walk down here

where I walk with the wounded

just another face

to be broken down

by family and friends

who miss that girl that they never really knew to begin with.

What I want

is to kiss you

and love you like I used to

but the wounded hold me back.

I am loyal

to my kind

my sisters

my lovers

but my words haunt the happiness that sprouted from you so gentle

so proud

so wounded.

Let me take a moment to take the issue

down here

in the earsplitting silence.

Let me take a moment

to remember you how I want to remember you

before I once again become the wounded.

Take a walk down

this painful parapet

and recognize me

amongst the wounded.