Poem: On the floor

She is on the floor

Doubled over

Her body going through spasms

Not of pleasure but of pain

She is wailing

But you wouldn’t be able to tell

See, she doesn’t make a sound,

But if you take time to watch closely enough

You will know she is breaking

And if you keep watching long enough

You will finally see the pain kill her

Suffocating the breath and life

Out of her body until she becomes

Just another dead soul walking around

And if you keep watching long enough

You will see a man

A man who knows about broken people

A man who knows about dead souls walking around

You will see this man come to her

You will see this man hold her hand and raise her from the dead

You will see this man put her broken pieces back together

And if you keep watching long enough

You may even find out the man’s name.

Jesus!

~~~

~ Tikva whose scars sparkle ~

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Originally published at Ahavaha.