Final Edit

Perhaps, I could just delete
those chapters,
(just the pages with you in them,)
white – out the dark participles
and cruel adjectives;

just save the good parts

like lullabies,
tiny hands,
tiny feet taking first steps,
and anything to do
with love,

but it would be a short book

and I,
I would not be strong enough
to let you know
that you didn’t destroy me,
you didn’t even leave a scar!

You just gave me new skin

and this heart-
bruised, broken,
but beating . . .

and full of light.


~day 21 of a poem a day in April challenge for NaPoMo