If only we could visualize

The land mines,
Which cause us to fail each time

That tick
Unknowingly
Falling in line
Of the steps I take
Toward — “I’m fine.”

Nothing,
No nothing
Could cause me more joy
Then to know,
Just know
Where my pain will go

Where it will source
Will be
Like scabs —
Bleeding on me,
Unhealed

Picked, infected
And inflamed.
The inner light which guides me
Just a dim piece of shame

Nothing to show
To be
Or to hide

I will once again call to you
To be my ride.
Thru galaxies,
Confusion
Through tears and fallen wishes
Stars
And scars,

Eating away at my beating heart.

But I begin anew
A start
To something a lot deeper
Than land mines,
Scabs,
Galaxies,
And Hearts.