I harmed what might not heal.
The wound
remains wide open.
Blood behaves as usual.
Nothing grows here.
Not yet.
When accountability arrives,
there will be
no hiding.
No masks
need adjusting.
Skin turns translucent.
Thoughts flare.
Nothing about secrecy
remains clothed.
I will not shrivel
before my accusers.
Truth endures
and remains
indestructible.
I do not know
the verdict.
I do not know
the punishment.
I do not know
if I survive.
Angels whisper
in corners.
Light slips
through cracks.
Perhaps my halo
is tarnished,
but it rests
on my head.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
I’m just a human trying to make it in this world. I write about heartbreak, loneliness, longing, anger, family—all the things I can’t seem to leave alone. Everything I write is about me, even when it’s about someone else.
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