saturday morning, <br />the scars begin to bleed, <br />take stock of all <br />that cannot be free. <br />make amends with shadows, <br />childhood lost, <br />no friends or family <br />around these days, <br />left alone <br />to anoint the ache. <br />pray against <br />pregnancy, <br />no desire to birth <br />a child, <br />not even a thought process <br />to enlighten, <br />i ruptured from your manipulation <br />of the situation. <br />heart on fire, <br />melt down of mind, <br />can you see the beauty <br />in a smoking gun? <br />can you feel the <br />revelation in a suicide note? <br />i can & <br />i do- <br />this isn't good-bye <br />cruel world, <br />i love and hate you- <br />if i'm forced to admit the truth.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/balm-for-the-soul/
