Scratches.{Poem}

I’m sitting here staring at the scratches


I made on accident


Dragging furniture across the floor


Another decision that was poor


Right now, my belly’s empty


Cause my heart’s stolen all its contents


Hungry and exhausted


Pausin’


Chasing something it’ll never catch


Trying to run away from the past

Tears descend

These are the times I’d like to end

Maybe start again

Just walk out the door

Pack a bag and go explore

Where?

I don’t even care anymore

But the scratches are here to remind

Proof of a life I’ve designed

Filled with grooves

And promises of everything I’ve yet to lose

Most of the time I feel left out

Everyone else’s moving on or out

Leaving their scratches behind

To go mold their life

Getting a husband or a wife

Taking trips and filling frames

With pregnant bellies already named

And here I am

Staring at the scratches on the floor

Waiting for them to walk out the door

But they won’t and they can’t

That’s the permanent thing about the past

It can’t be erased

No matter how hard I scrape

These scratches

They’ll be there till the day I die

Tattooing my story

Inked with everything from grief to glory

As I sit here I see–

There’s still plenty of empty

I have more scratches to make

Cause I ain’t over just yet.~Rebecca 

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