My body is asking me to listen.
My sickness is the scream of a long forgotten voice
hidden inside the pores, the veins,
and the organs of my body,
the temple of my soul,
the sanctuary of my spirit.
I left my body orphaned.
I followed the light of others,
when I did not see mine.
I saved others from drowning,
when I had the ocean
inundating me inside.
I followed the trail of stars at night,
when I blocked the suns of my eyes.
I avoided the conversation
with my Soul.
I ignored the voices found
in each of my heartbeats.
I ignored the drum calls
vibrating in my ears.
I silenced the murmurs of my blood
running in my veins.
I was scared to hear
that pain is so real.
As real as the fire
that burns and suffocates
the skin of the Earth.
As real as the head
that falls from the guillotine
and stops at the feet of the Queen.
And as real as the separation
of the body and soul
after the last breath.
I lived in denial,
in an eternal lie.
Pain is an illusion,
Pain is weak,
but Pain did not lie.
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Assistant Editor: Kathryn Rutz / Editor: Bryonie Wise
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