Uncomfortable

I do not understand why sometimes

I have to pretend

The things that cut and made me bleed

Did not hurt half as much

As they did

Maybe it happened when the world turned a blind eye

Or a deaf ear

To my suffering

But when you told me you had to run from the room

And throw up because of the sight of my lacerated face and body

Somehow it made the pain real

When we are not held

How can we learn to behold

The truth

When our pain is too much for others

And we get blamed for the wound

How do we stop turning the damage in

How do we stop minimizing the pain we bore

Denying the scars we wore?

Sometimes it seems all the world wants of us

It to be numb

Not to feel

To be more dignified

But there are some wounds that ache like hell

There is some pain so utter

That it feels almost impossible

For a tender heart

Body and soul to bear

And until we can honor this

Are we not just consenting to the lie

That we must erase anything

Truly and deeply and oh so profoundly real

That makes

So many people

Uncomfortable?