After I can no longer feel it
they’ll ask, how did you get here?
That inquiry about how becomes a pain in
itself and I try to put myself back into place
what happens if the injury can no longer set?
Fear returns one moment at a time
as curtains fall open exposing a window
even though my body is here and now
it is fractured by memories, no one can see:
corrupted cells, damaged parts
and whatever could have been
returns not treated or healed
and though I’ve finally found a place –
to grow whole, questions about
the how I arrived here knock bones
and joints out of place once more
weakening the muscles of my heart.
