By
Lindri Riveras
INVISIBLE SCARS
Every year it begins
again,
you walked away from my sadness
long, down the beach you went
suitcases you bought
while I sought refuge in the emergency room.
They offered me shelter
but I chose your suitcases.
Once I tried to hang your shirt in the closet,
I thought you would play along.
Run away,
but let’s go back to get a blanket.
Are you worried?
You’re acting strange
There is fish on your mouth.
It is butchery, and my knees buckle.
You carved wounds in me so deep
that they open up and seep
and I don’t even know it’s happening.
Every year it begins
again,
The ache
The anxiety
I up my meds, but my tears roll over the raised scars you left on my cell walls
Every year it begins
again,
Like a bad taste in my mouth,
and a veil that awakens my senses.
I don’t recall your name
I don’t give my permission.
I don’t care if you’re sorry,
I don’t care about forgiveness,
I don’t care about you.
I want out .
WOULD YOU NOTICE?
I’m dying inside.
I won’t tell you that I’m dying inside.
I will present my together face,
and my strength of character
and
you won’t notice that…
I’m dying inside.
You’ll hand me platitudes outlining my grief
and I’ll nod and acquiesce to your theories.
But, you won’t notice that even in your presence
I feel alone like…
I’m dying inside.
And I’ll hold myself up until I get home.
I’ll walk through the house searching for some distraction
but the dishes are done,
the clothes are folded
and the bed is made.
So I write,
and light a cigarette
and slide down the wall
until I’m hugging my knees
and the tears start to fall,
and I find myself thinking…
I’m dying inside.
But you won’t notice
and I can’t tell you.
So wonderful to read your words and watch your life unfold in such a beautiful way. Bravo.