wounded I crawl to drag my wounds further through the dirt dragging my belly along the ground is none to low for me in my hurt I will scavenge to survive but surviving will not a worthy life be more eking out an existence in the shadow of you to pay my due just to live in the shadow of you as close as I can be to skulk in a shadow world as of the light I am unworthy for the harm that I was to cause I regret and pay my price but there is not enough in remorse that I can forgive my owned and destructive vice there is no doubt in my mind I will always be the addict cripple you tried to save when married who left you ruined and harried at least my surreptitious watching over you gives me purpose with which to see I may prevent further harm to you as self destruction gnaws away at me
For this week’s dVerse challenge Ingrid has asked us to revisit a time in our lives when we have felt pain and come out of it on the other side.
This poem is a combination of close, shared personal stories. Feeling pain is as real as the sufferer perceives it to be. How someone comes out on the other side is relative and may not be consistent or sustainable.