I am more than milky eye
more than ragged remains of lid
One unblemished blue searches you
for judgments open and judgments hid
I am more than jagged mouth
this twisted lip, this crooked gash
stretch to smile, long turned wrong
or glimpse of teeth along the slash
I am more than missing parts
counts to eight, can’t count to ten
read the Braille on skin so thin
trace this map of pain again
I am more than tangled wires
more than darkness mars
pain and pleasure jumble, stumble
leads the way to soul of scars
I am more than screams at night
more than this broken, defiled sheath
beneath this tapestry of misery
I am more, underneath
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 11/14/2013
For all survivors of any form of rape or abuse; you are not alone. Seek help. Speak out. Find your path to healing.
November 14th, 2013 at 12:48 pm
How beautifully written!
This will definitely remain among my favourite poems!
By the way, I’m glad you posted again… your writing reminds me (and I’m sure other people too) to be strong.