Used to be You

Some days are for writing
The story within
And one never knows
Where it will begin
You’re pushed from sleep
In the wee morning hour
Paper and pen
Have gained full power
As words fall down
Onto a blank page
Leaving a legacy
In what you must say.
You speak to the world
Those that will listen
Not all understand
Why your pages glisten.
Nobody ever saw
When your tears would fall
They remember your smile
But knew nothing at all
Of the torture your demons
Made you suffer each day
For if they had noticed
What would you say?
Would you grab their shoulders
Turning them to see
Your shattered pieces splayed out
While you whisper “that’s me”.
Gently picking each shard
Up off the floor
Then you have to explain
Why it doesn’t fit anymore.
They can’t comprehend
Because your skin is unmarred
That all of these fragments
Left behind deep scars.
Physical abuse
Is preferable you see
To the emotional damage
That does not bleed.
There’s no scabbing over
Or white scar left behind
And there’s so many pieces
Of you…you can’t find.
And then there are those
You stare at confused
Your mind in denial
…that used to be you.
Now they’re laying there
In a crumbled heap
And you’ve no idea
Which ones to keep.
Will they ever fit
Back into place
And the smile you force
Can never erase
The battles you’ve fought
And barely survived
All your prayers to God
Asking him why…
Then as the sun
Begins to rise
HE softly whispers
“You are my light”
“I had to take those pieces
Away from you so
Others that suffer
Knew the way to go”
“So write it all down
It’s just another book
Teach everyone
What it took.”
To climb up out of
Your Hell on Earth
Let your story be written
So they can read your words.
RaenellDawn 01/27/2018