It’s just a flesh wound

A Mantra, meant to make my pain more

bearable.

Just a flesh wound.

A Prayer, to make every sight of you

salvation rather than damnation.

Just a flesh wound.

A Lie, I tell myself as the chasm

between us becomes a canyon.

Just a flesh wound.

It’s not a flesh wound.

This one is fatal.

Your heart has been gauged

from your chest, the light

suffocated from your eyes and yet

you still smile and say

those fatal words

“I’m okay”