Cicatrix

I lay back against my pillow,

I let the pain drain from my lap,

The simple touch of pain releases it all,

I let the song of sweet sparrows fill my mind,

It releases all of the mental pain,

The pain of feeling nothing,

Of being completely empty,

With loneliness as my parents,

And my beloved bed is my only friend,

I am hushed,

My face, constantly flushed,

With the pink of embarrassment,

The fear of saying the wrong thing,

The fear of being the wrong thing,

By day, I am hit with arrows,

The arrows of everyone surrounded,

The sparrows begin to drive me insane,

All feelings must be oppressed,

Until all of the suffering is recessed,

At night, I lay awake,

Contemplating whether I should draw again,

The art of one straight line after another,

And another,

And another,

Knowing this time could be the end,

I must allow the torture a break,

Is it possible to love someone like me?

Ruined by a cursing past? 

A past full of beating, anger, and poison,

Terrified every lonely breath could be my last,

The songs change, adding to my pain,

Reminding me of a sickening past,

Finally, I am saved,

A promise was made,

A work of art now covers the cicatrix

It’s a whole new way for the pain to be fixed,

I was kissed by sweet sparrows,

Only to be shot down by painful arrows,

Now it all seems okay,

All of the pain, has finally faded away.