Nerve Endings

Pushing, forcing

Insisting on being where I am not wanted

Out of character

A quiet desperation

As though breathing the awkward atmosphere

Will somehow prove my existence.

In hurt there is feeling

In pain, there is no way to ignore your place

Fleeting & flimsy

Scars as reminders

Seeking to tear

Rip

Reopen wounds

Keep them fresh

Festering

Proof I am here

Until purpose

Might one day

Be discovered.

NH

2013