The initial bleeding has ceased
Still, the bruising remains
Just under the skin.
“I feel like I have been hit by a truck!”
She says.
The physical therapy has begun.
How can I recover three years of life?
You have to try to spin the wheel backwards.
My brain is still replaying
The last conversations,
I wish I was not mad
I couldn’t control the anger
That happen
When he opened his mouth
and had nothing to say.
No substance
No depth.
I’ll wrap myself up
Bind myself tight
In an emotional shock
I’ll curl up, close my eyes.
But you have to get better,
come back stronger,
outlive longer,
collect yourself,
Get back to yourself,
leave this planet a survivor.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
The initial bleeding has ceased
Still, the bruising remains
Just under the skin.
“I feel like I have been hit by a truck!”
She says.
The physical therapy has begun.
How can I recover three years of life?
You have to try to spin the wheel backwards.
My brain is still replaying
The last conversations,
I wish I was not mad
I couldn’t control the anger
That happen
When he opened his mouth
and had nothing to say.
No substance
No depth.
I’ll wrap myself up
Bind myself tight
In an emotional shock
I’ll curl up, close my eyes.
But you have to get better,
come back stronger,
outlive longer,
collect yourself,
Get back to yourself,
leave this planet a survivor.
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