Some days it's a little too easy to write
The words spill from me
Oozing from a wound I didn't see
I think perhaps I never fully heal
I just forget what hurt me
Until a day like today
And I let myself bleed
I don't nurse the wound
As a hateful voice tells me not to complain
So I write and gaze at this pain
Pack up my burdens and continue on my way
With calm certainty for the rest of the day.