I’ve cut myself unknowingly,
Too trusting that I won’t bleed;
Too numb to feel, to know of –
The leech stuck in my being.
I was oblivious – I always was
Until the numbness faded,
Until my vision cleared,
Regrettably not in time to save me from the Styx.
Still, I resurfaced to see the damage;
To see myself deteriorating away,
To see everything all blurry,
Yet not a chance I’ll let out my fury.
Instead I picked my broken pieces,
Whatever it is that can be saved,
And walked away, head held high,
On that really hot summer day.
With every step all I wish is this –
Hopefully, in time, there would be peace.
Hopefully, that place to rest will show itself,
A place where I shall start mending and living once again.