You’re Wounded. And That’s Okay.

 Of Course You’re Wounded

He abandoned you

She abandoned you

They left you for dead.

Of course you’re wounded.

But your heart is full.

It blew you open, splintered your illusion

Of course you’re wounded.

Black blood trickles down

Into the oblivion of decay.

Lost, lonely: alone.

Of course you’re wounded.

Broken sea dead skin

Gushing blood: open.

You cannot see: so awaken.

Your blindness filters.

Nothing.

Only the blind can truly see.

Naked.

Rivers of blood: surround.

Drown.

Drown.

Drown.

Of course: dear friend.

You are wounded.

Thank God.

© Matt Valentine-Chase. Freewriting prose.

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