These are my invisible wounds The traumas the torments lie hidden like cracks in the pavement descending divided a mother misguided leave’s and deceives us with a moment of mistrust
in two minds colliding and collapsing closed curtains
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
today the play was not acted out but lies hidden - hidden beneath crispy cold skin
behind the fake smiles and lines made from the laughter of clowns yet depression sneaks in and now sewn in the subconscious through layers of time
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
the lost sheep on the hillside has no where to hide but still he runs runs into the dark divide
broken voices no rejoicing but voicing the moment he cries
look at the pain in the rain and the crashing of tears on my pillow my aggression confession speaks volumes to me
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
Traumas locked away in a box a toy box without toys
no one to share joy with my words are there for you
words we can play with but no one to stay with
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
The soldier lies bleeding and battered in tatters a mind twisted tormented not as nature or nurture intended - the disordered stress stands tall but when he falls and he wears it like a badge
a gift given to please us and still
those fragile bones lie shattered inside the pride in his hands has no torchlight to guide him
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
broken backyards discarded bullets and a rusty blade left unsharpened
untouchable in turmoil these silent lips speak through a pillow to cushion the blow
this bruise of life has been blackened and once again my blood boils
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
The faceless reflection shows no imperfection but you insist on a label to keep me in order
the code of genetics was written before me so you can ashore me that they will try to ignore me
down shadowless we meet and
THESE ARE MY INVISIBLE WOUNDS
water falls and the quill caresses all the stresses away the swirl of each letter can make you feel better but for generations before and after the mirror lies cracked so for these wounds to heal i am now making them visible I am standing on the soap box i am standing to be counted for I am a survivor but I have not survived
Daren Peary
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