It’s in my soul—
Like flesh pierced
By the glass-shaped pain
Sharp and raw.

Nobody knows how to help

I try to remove them,
the shattered memories
Each sharp shard
Lacerating my insides,
Tearing my spirit,
Pain echoing in flesh.

A ****** mess, I get more hurt.

Same old same,
Everything I touch,
stained—
with overflowing emotions,
Red, heavy, thick
Intense—  

It’s a deeper wound.
Larger than myself.
It keeps cutting.
It keeps tearing.
My Faith.