Lashes
Nothing leaves a mark like the lashes we’ve taken.
“You’re not funny anymore. You used to be the funniest guy around here.”
Whip-cracking words that leave welts on our hearts and tears in our eyes.
“I never liked quitters.”
Cutting remarks that tear our paper hearts into a million pieces.
“ I thought you were different.”
The things we’ve heard that have shaped us, crushed us, inspired us, devastated us;
and things we’ve said that have done the same.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Every time we think of them, it’s another swing of the belt.
“We’re going in another direction.”
These thoughts are tattoos that need no ink.
“I am not what you deserve.”
As much as we try, there’s not a cover-up in the world that can hide the hurt…
“I have all these pictures of you in my room. What am I going to do with them now?“
no healing cream that can ease the ache.
“It feels like we’re waiting for death.”
If we’re lucky, we have someone that sees those wounds and helps us try to heal.
“You make me feel like no one else.”
These mile markers are the roadmap of where we’ve been
”You better get here now.”
who we are in this moment
“We’re not.”
the stars that guide us to whatever is next.
”Show me your faith.”
Tattoos heal..
The scars from the lashes never do.
Make some no15e.