PAIN

As I take a stroll in the forest

Self-harming as I replay the image

The image of my mother leaving me

I realise I’ve been under the influence of pain

I took a stroll for relief only to be stung.

Stung by the sharp nettles

At last, the physical matched the emotional

Dehydrated of love, A river tastes like warm water down my chest

The stench of burning plastic is the sweet aroma of my life

My heart is punctured by the loose hand of my Father.

The back of my mother’s head and the spiteful words of my caregivers

The punctures have crippled my ability to cry

There is no hope of bliss, I create my own

My pain is bliss - It’s like screaming underwater.