The cuts are so deep the bones of my ancestors are bleeding
It feels as though for one hundred years I’ll be weeping
I’m surprised when I look and there’s no knife in my chest
The idea of eating food is disgusting and impossible to digest
Best not to sleep or the nightmares will come
Yet should I want rest thoughts are too loud to even get some
I have been stripped bare and flogged with your rage
Left as a pile of rags to be burned, ignited with a page
Your words set pages of our story aflame, barely even written
Yet to my grave I’ll carry this heavy heart so smitten
You said heart and soul, until we die but now you just say goodbye
About the Creator
Heather Donald
I believe in love & kindness, that we should embrace joy, sing, dance & be silly! I am a survivor, damaged but not broken. I have a lot of love to give, free of judgment and given freely because I believe love can heal the world. 💕
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