Healing
Wearing the same shade of melancholy
as you did when you were a kid
Did it ever occur
that you didn’t deserve
the ache that you carry
like water weight buried
beneath your own skin?
Can you show me where it hurts now?
Darling, show it to me
There are different ways to start
to pick a pain apart
than the ways you have seen
But what do I do with my hands
when they only hold each other?
And how do I even go on
when I act like my mother?
I’d say that healing’s the best part,
but it feels like sacrilege
A betrayal of the friends I made
and the hurt that we all hid
I forgot to ask for forgiveness today
because all I could think of was
floods caused by rain
Did it ever occur
that the rainbow
meant nothing to some?
I can’t kiss my own skin better
I can’t mold hope to my heart
But I can grow a love so tender
that it reforms aching parts
