The Nicolson Institute: Christina-Jo Smith




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