currently i am not
sad
depressed
lonely
alone
self-loathing
insecure
heartbroken
nor breaking hearts
and that makes me feel quite
out of
place
because i am surrounded by
scars
and tear-streaked (beautiful) faces
bruised knees drawn up to chests
dark empty rooms
broken mirrors
and trashcans filled
with crumpled lists of mistakes
and if i could,
i would take all the
scars
tears
and lonely nights
from the hearts that are broken
or breaking
and i wish i could
cloak The Light i’ve found
(or did It find me?)
around cold shoulders
and wash all the tired feet
that’ve been blindly stumbling
in the dark