Of Sixes and Sevens

There Is

/ / WA R N I N G : MENTION OF SELF HARM / /

There's a storm behind your eyes

It's not how long it's been there, it's why.

There's a wall behind your smile

I can tell it's been there for quite a while.

There's a hole in your heart

And I can see it's tearing you apart.

There's a hesitation in your hands

Is that the reason you won't stand?

There's sadness in your voice

I know that's never a choice.

There's a straggle in your step

For how many nights have you wept?

There's bandages on your cuts

You really should stop, but

There's a freedom, a relief, a truth, in your writing

At least I can see that you're still fighting.