Today a re-injury occurred
when it was thought
that healing had finished–
and moving on had begun.
Something like a voicemail,
with a shaky voice
and concerned words,
is all it takes to open
a tender wound,
still pink,
inviting pain back into it.

Today my mind,
provoked and dazed,
argued with my fatigued heart,
absorbed with the words
that so easily sliced me agape.

So much I don’t want
to see the mouth
that delivered an interest
in my own well-being–
for fear I would need
to press it to mine
in a plead for lips
of familiarity.

Nor do I want
to conjure memories–
between myself and the man
behind the recorded voice–
that had gradually gained opacity
leaving a white fog
to sheer the happiness
they once held.

Feelings swelter, awakened,
singeing my eyelashes
as tears drip from my eyes.
The tiny flame erupted outward
without the knowledge of embers
of even molecular size
still hidden in existence.

Today, my re-injury occurred.
I couldn’t have seen it coming.

awesome

She writes!?!?!

Yes, shocking...I know

nicely written

too bad we never see it coming

Excellent write ...flowers at your feet, for your heart.

Heartfelt writing, it's true we never know the power of what is in the past and we never see it coming.