Tossed Away

Someone ground me up and buried me Alive with the memory of the person I thought I was There are parts of me that still scream In hopes of being recovered Someone tore open the pocket of my heart And let secrets like severed curls tumble Helplessly to the cellar of my soul I couldn’t find them in that thick unyielding Darkness and so I ceased to know Who I was supposed to be I couldn’t salvage me not the way my mother Salvaged the curls of my hair when I asked to cut them How she suffered and mourned and finally just kept those light and fragile Fragments of myself Someone cut me short I wish I could recall a face My clearest memory is of the pain And the disgrace I don’t remember anymore Who I’m supposed to be I can’t climb out or recuperate I can’t remember how I’m incomplete I’m severed and I’ve been tossed away I still look for myself….. One day I will run across it once again I look and wait but never believe that I will Ever meet my full recovery