Poetry: SOS

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Broken, cut straight open,

I didn’t know how much

The wounding hurt for I

Swallowed whole the pill of numb.

 

Broken, cut straight open,

I didn’t know I’d feel

The accumulated pain

Pound my punctured arteries.

 

Broken, cut straight open,

I didn’t realize my stupor

So obviously bleeded out

SOS, I need some help.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ā¤

Photo Credit: Thomas Bjornstad on Unsplash

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