BRUISES, BLOOD AND BANDAGES —
THAT’S WHAT MY LIFE IS REDUCED TO RIGHT NOW.
I WATCH EACH DAY AS THE MIRACLE OF HEALING FLOWS THROUGH MY BODY.
— THE JAW THAT HURTS WHEN I CHEW
— THE HAND THAT CANNOT HOLD ANYTHING THE LEAST BIT HEAVY
— PURPLE & YELLOW BRUISES ALL OVER MY BODY
— BLOOD SPLATTERED HAT, NOW A COLLECTION PIECE
— CRUSHING HEADACHES
— BLOOD STILL FLOWS FROM DEEP CUTS
EVERY DAY THE OUTSIDE HEALS A LITTLE MORE.
WHAT EFFECT DOES WATCHING YOUR BODY SLOWLY HEAL HAVE ON THE MIND THAT MAY NEVER HEAL! YOU ALMOST DON’T WANT THE OUTSIDE TO HEAL JUST SO IT MATCHES THE INSIDE.
I SEARCH FOR SOMETHING, ANYTHING, ANYONE THAT CAN HELP ME HEAL ON THE INSIDE.
I LONG FOR ARMS TO HOLD ME SO I CAN CRY IT OUT.
I MAY NEVER HAVE THE COMFORT OF THAT AGAIN; THAT SCARES ME!
HAVE I BEEN ROBBED OF MY FUTURE? I ASK THE ULTIMATE QUESTION—
WHY?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Gene has been writing for a while, he just hasn’t told us how long. He enjoys communicating with and helping new writers. He has a uniquely simple Hemmingwayish writing style.