I am an emotion.
I surface each night
and feel the pain of yesterday.
I writhe. It is a power that
I give life. It does not soothe
me. Cast an iron shelf on
my shoulder to carry dirt,
soot from a day of anguish
that I wish to combine
with self disgust. I am
proud of my pain. I wear it
like a badge that is forged
from spilled blood. Broken
bones and scars.
Copyright 01-03-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
Sarah Sisson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotional-girl-2/
