And

And I will carry this scar that traits me.
The invisible bruises that wound unconsciously,
The gentle afflictions, the beautiful transference-
Her bleeding heart, open slit; and his sullen violence.

And I will carry this hunger that nourishes me.
The ravenousness that fed their lives cruelly.
The very hunger that consumes, only to kill.
The ache that throbs the heart to a standstill.

And I will carry this burden that oblivions me.
The weight that staggers the urge to burst free,
The sly blind that so kindly twists perceptions,
Leaving me protected behind my screen of deception.


And yes, I will carry these with the same passion,
The same zeal, the same obsession.
I will not complain. I will not retaliate.


Simply because I refuse to relate.