Becoming Me

No One Did

(8-04-03)

Alone
With knees in face,
My arms embrace my legs,
The scent of me,
The only scent I smell.
I can't stop holding
Wounded child,
Like no one did.
I shamelessly present myself
To mock the ones who
Used me till I died.
I tried,
I really did,
But damage done before
Underscores the problems of
My life.
The threat of
Self inflicted wounds
Weighs heavy on
My mind.
Everything I try to do,
Remove me from myself.
I am too weak
For me.
I doubt that you can see
The things I speak about.
Thank whatever
Gods you have
For visions with
More clarity.
Thank the fates that
Brought you to a place with
More sincerity.
Thank the people in your life that
Made you see
Reality.