Trauma Sing Along

Truth is I am crippled
my heart has been broken
and I am not able to keep it
here by myself.

Too many pieces
to hold on to
pieces that fall through my fingers
I just want some help
to keep them in one place
instead of all over the streets.

Winds of change
blow out the crevices
and gutters
where some pieces have fallen
and been forgotten
while the aching
and the raking
stir up
the memory of yesterday.

It's ok
to forget
to let go
but it's the crack
inside my head
that led to the breaching
of my heart
that keeps me wondering.

Will the scars ever heal?
Not as long as I pick at the scabs.