The Nicolson Institute: Christina-Jo Smith

 

 

Pain

Think of my life,
Only moments ago
Before it all happened,
Before you tell me now.

My life as it was,
Ended today.
Yet in the eye of storm
I am calm.

You're telling the truth,
I stand and stare,
My face goes blank
As I think it over.

I was learning to fly
But now start to fall.
Fall out of the light
And into the clouds.

My misery coats me
Like a funeral shroud,
Which I will wear
When I hit the ground.

My veins filled
With anger and fury.
I hate what you've done,
I hate how you hurt me.

I'll rip you apart,
Cause you stripped me bare,
And I'll leave you alone
Alone in your pain.


by Christina-Jo Smith