When the quiet stops

Sometimes
when a palm is bruised
despite callouses
or a new finger slice appears,
necessitating bandages
worn under the rubber gloves
for a while,
I am reminded
of whom I most certainly am not
and that I was once loved forever —
once and for all, forever..
and I see no little shards
of lightning
in the Blood or the Bruise
we’ve come to share,
but I know they’re there;
I close my hands as I bring them
up to my crownless brow
and soon enough determine
to try again.

8/2/17

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4 thoughts on “When the quiet stops

  1. This is wonderful.

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