MHAM Submission - Jane Bowden
Poem by Jane Bowden
by hours, days, months, years
of hidden torture.
Bruises planted in broken bones.
Embedded gashes releasing sharp gasps.
Save me, love me.
of passion, worth, energy.
A hollowed shell numbed by torture.
Screams vibrate between paper skin,
echoing through a void
tired of pain, agony, loss
scheduled like an appointment.
uncontrolled tears between classes.
razored edges dancing upon weak skin.
200 calories forced downward.
200 calories forced upward.
beaten, empty, tired.
I refuse to fall
under the pressures ingrained
because layers deep does not mean
I cannot dig
and discover gold.
The bruises have toughened my heart.
The hollow shell gives space for new love.
The scheduled pain feeds my drive for freedom.