How can I love,
This dark swelling
This bruise on my heart
Which I put there
This silent frozen scream that I can’t cough up
Is blocking the flow
From my head to my heart
Inside my throat
The ghosts of violence
Frozen there in silence
Little ice men with their fingers pressed against the glass
And every now I inadvertently release one
A curdled scream
A sob of pain
A whimpered non event
And they slip out of my mouth
And I don’t know where they go
Released from their lock up
Laughing at the cock up
That happened years ago
And I wonder,
Why and how I let it happen
And will I ever love me again?
Will I love me again?
Can I love me again?
Can I love again?
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