Bubbling

I can feel it bubbling up
Because she opened up
A part of me
That is sacred and scared and scarred
And needs healing

Now I'm lying on a table
Fighting and bleeding
Waiting to be sewn back up
But it will be
Almost a week
Until that can be done

So until then
The words that come out of my mouth
Will be reckless
And all over the place
But so much more meaningful

They will tell the whole story
Over and over again
Until there's finally someone to hear
The way I saw it
The way I felt it
The way I remember it
And respond in real time

(What we remember becomes what happened)

Nea