Our Relations

My vision is askew,

my mind is stained

from physical hurt

deep inside a brain.

A basket case I am

I try and be strong

for the trip I make

everyday is so long.

I see you all and I

reach down below

where nurture me

your words grow.

Thank you all for

all of your sight I

take in a comfort;

my eyes take flight.

I would not be but

a whittled down scar,

bruise beaten brittle

you help define art.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. That pain is so raw!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. It’s definitely from a real place inside.

      Like

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