Carved in Wood

My first poem was
etched into the floors
of an abandoned house
I stumbled upon
while running away
from a home
that was killing
my childhood
Maybe it was more
of a plea
or a prayer to something
I was struggling to believe
in

Please just let me be
enough for them to
love
Fix me so that they
can stop hating me
Make it stop hurting
I can’t do this anymore

My first poem
was carved into that
wood
Sealed in with tears
and hope
A cathartic release of
fears and words
I knew I could never
share

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