Tortured Soul
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Down in the dephts of my tortured soul
I sometimes find small shards of broken light.

Trying to grasp these shards or assemble them
into something real hurts me. It tears open
my soul and makes it spill its darkness out.

But the darkness in me is infinite, it bleeds
out and eventually the wound heals just enough
to stop the bleeding.

The result is an ugly scar.
These scars is what I am.
I envy the unscarred.

-M.N. Spring 2021-