THE INK OF THE NIGHT:A survivor's Autopsy

Who am I?I am the daughter of unfinished conversations A child reassembled from fractured blue prints Raised between two storms That never learned the language of sunshine I AM THE BLUEPRINTS OF BROKEN <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3987.jpeg"/> who am I? I am the aftermathThe bruise left behind when love arrives with conditions When affection is rationed like medicine When a home becomes a museum Filled with things no one is allowed to touch Especially grief I AM THE MUSUEM OF DESPAIR <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3990.jpeg"/> Who am I? I am every door I locked twice Every shadow I mistook for dangerEvery heart beat that galloped through my ribs Like a horse fleeing a burning villageThe psychologists would call it trauma I call it inheritance Because fear lived here long before I did I slept beneath floor boardsHid inside raised voices Crawled through hallways at midnights And nested itself inside a little girl's nervous system Until terror became indistinguishable from instinct I AM THE DOORS LOCKED TWICE <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3986.jpeg"/> Who am I?I am every hand that touched my spirit without permission Every predator distinguished as a smile Every cruel reminder That some people look at a woman's body And mistake it for public property I carry fingerprints that cannot be photographed Wounds invisible to machinesScars stitched directly into memoryI AM THE FINGERPRINTS ON THE SOUL <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3988.jpeg"/> Who am I? I am depression wearing human skin A creature made of functioning falling apart At exactly the same time I AM THE FUNCTIONING COLLAPSE <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3991.jpeg"/> Who am i? I am every good bye I rehearsed but never performed Every dark thoughtThat sat patiently at the edge of the bed promising relief I AM UNPERFORMED GOODBYES <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_4003.jpeg"/> Who am I ? I am anxiety chewing through electrical wires A mind that never learnt how to switch itself out A thousand alarms ringing simultaneously A body preparing for disasters that have not happened A heart convinced that catastrophe is always hiding around the next cornerI AM WIRED FOR DISASTER <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3997.jpeg"/> Who am I? I am not the girl the human the brokeI am the evidence The crime scene that learned to speak The ghost that kept breathing The wound that developed a voiceEvery poem is an autopsy Every stanza is a confession Every metaphor a photograph of something survived I AM THE SPEAKING CRIME SCENE <img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3995.jpeg"/> Who am I ? I am the darkness that picked up a pen and became unforgettable!I AM THE INK MADE OF NIGHT<img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3994.jpeg"/>

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