the soul is a heavy thing. have you ever noticed

how people can drown but a dead body just floats?

take a minute to let that sink in (no pun intended).

they say the body is a complex thing but 

have you ever questioned the soul? 

the scars of the body are visible but the depths

of wounds to the soul are like nightmares

in your mind. i have this little scar on my wrist,

not noticeable unless i point it out to you.

i wish i had a badass story to go along

with that scar, but i dont. i think i had a wart

there as a kid and the skin never really healed properly.

 

the soul doesnt heal. my mother

used to 

lock me in the basement when i was 

six, 

forced me to read and write because i wasnt 

as "academically inclined" as the other

kids in kindergarten. i broke the record 

for most time spent in the time out chair.

its silly that i have abandonment issues

because i know parents have to let go of their

child at the door of the classroom but just once,

i wanted her to turn around and take me home in her arms. 

 

maybe i should say thank you because 

my words are a bigger person than she'll

ever be. this ink is my home and i'm never

going to apologize for it. this empty space 

in my soul where the heart should be writes

poems just to spite you. thank you mom, 

thank you. dont ever tell me i dont have manners.