Last night was terrible
my own words cut my tongue and the ears of the man who loves me
He clung to me, trying to hold me together
but I was splintered well before he got to me
so all he could do was bleed.
But then
the sun
came
up.
That's what I wait for;
the next day.
As my Nana says,
the garbage man takes away everything that hurt you
but you just gotta wait till morning
keep pushing till the morning
So I did.
Thank you, sunlight
and to the birds outside
thank you to that man
and to my friends
The dawn crept up over my face,
and the broken windows were swept from the street
clean curbs.
I was broken glass last night.
But today, I start as just a girl.
Thank you to everyone who pulls together and saves me. Thank you so, so much.