Posted in My Poetry

A poem for you

Is it bad
I don’t care about your kids?
Your kids are whisps of air to me
While you are the ice.
The ice that heals wounds.
Don’t you remember?
I’ve never known yours kids, but you I knew.
For 12 years we wrestled and hid in the dark.
Teaching me to survive,
You protected me.
You loved me when I was just a child.
And now I see that child in you.
The way you vent to me
Tells me your heart is searching.
Searching for the missing pieces.
And I think I’m one of them.
And you’re one of mine.
Sometimes I wish you cared for yourself
Half as much as you care for them.
The demons.
You let them pitch tents in your mind
Cook fires over your heart
And eat at your soul.
You know nothing of your worth!
But I do.
I bleed with your pain
And it makes me sick
That you think you only see it drip.
We all see the blood, brother.
It’s pooling on the ground
And every step you take leaves a trail.
You can’t keep running from this.
You have to ask for help.
Because if it were me
You’d have already cauterized the artery.

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