Triage

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He is in need of emotional triage.
The words gushing out of his wounds
Are making a mess of everything around him.

The more he tries to care for himself
The more it seems selfish to other people
Which cause his stitches to burst at the seams.

“I’m ok.” The biggest lie of all.
Even though vulnerabilty would quicken the healing
Some habits are hard to break

Down
Down
Down
Down

A smile to try and cauterize the cut.
A kind gesture as a tourniquet.
It can only disguise for so long.

Down
Down
Down
Down.

 

[Poem #169]

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