Invisible-Wound
As i cause conflict
between pen and paper,
my mind takes a journey,
going back to the how
we used to be.
Tears are instantly
released
from my eyes.
Memories stored in my
mind arise.
Hidden secrets of my
undiscovered
fear becomes exposed,
i scratch my old wounds
hoping to see blood.
Blood which symbolizes
pain,
shall my wound be noted
when i become pale?
Invisible wound neglected
for it can't be seen with
the naked eye.
Invisible wound rejected,
because no doctor is
qualified enough
to heal it.
How long shall i remain
with a wounded soul?
How long will i que up to
see a surgeon to take my
beyond repair heart out
and give me a new heart,
A heart capable of
trusting again,
a heart able to love
unconditionally again.
A heart that will pump
blood and not pain.
A heart that will beat
and not fear to love.
This wound bleeds
internally and everytime i
try to forget about its
agony,
i wish i could just see it,
because this invisible
wound will have me
thrown in a deep pit
Copyright © Nomthandazo Tsembeni | Year Posted 2011
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