fabric pulls bandages,
across raw knees.
before first coherent thoughts form,
dull pains remind me of this strange address
where i currently reside.
the chaos of Thursday
and the hope of Sunday.
in notes written inside greeting cards,
and internal sorrow
buried in in impossible regrets.
the salvation found
in a cuddle of unconditional love;
the judgment found
behind my own eyes.
each moment brings its own choice,
whether to bury my heart
behind the wall called regret;
to dare and lift myself once again
to the place
where grace is found.