raw

ah - ya mean so well
butcha jes don' understan.

you use your mind 
to help you battle your sickness, 
but my mind
it IS my sickness ~
. . . . . & yes, 
my spirit is weak.

your 
well intentioned words 
shred
my web-like fragile healing
trying to set itself
in place.

i am raw, i tell you.

this life has brought me to a place
beyond sensitive
where to live is to bleed ~
regardless of the day.

sunshine i used to 
love & crave so
sears my heart;
comfort comes to me these days 
in waves 
of rain 
& darkness.

i know that you
have felt despair.

we are too much alike,
& i know you too 
have been Broken.

still,
you must first allow me my brokenness
that i may begin 
to heal . . .