"the marks on my wrist"
Posted April 30, 2008
scanning the horizon for something,
anything breathing and free of this dead.
this cold breeze and silence mesh well,
this soil dead and useless.
i began walking...what else is there,
but to just press on and hope for more.
i beg for a change of scenery,
this setting so grey and lifeless.
suddenly a shape in the distance,
i race forward dripping with anticipation.
as i reach the figure...its a girl,
on her knees torn and scarred.
"hello?" i muttered unsure what response to expect,
my voice broke silence like hammers on glass.
she didnt say a word but only stared at the scar,
the scar on my chest where a heart should lie.
i backed away and covered it unsuredly,
she then smiled and pointed to her chest.
the same scar lie covering the same spot,
the spot where a heart is supposed to be.
i shyly took her hand and we smiled,
suddenly the sun peeked over the horizon.
just enough to give hope for brighter things ahead,
because of the marks on my wrist, a tomorrow is born.
