I’ve nursing some sore wounds that keep
oozing pus; I keep digging up those
old bones in my closet while growling
at my past as if I am an animal. My mind
feels tormented from time to time; I spend
my nights fighting sleep, the past stings
like a bee; I want to scream, the trauma
keeps popping up; I want the pain to end.
I’m dealing with a lot of anger; it’s spilling
out everywhere; I have a hard time coping
with forgiveness, so I’m keeping my distance.
I need room to heal and space to breathe,
think, forget, forgive, and understand
my past and where I’m going.