ship wreck

Peace ebbs and flows, eluding me for the most part
Holes in my chest worn by years of apathy
Allowed to fester, unattended until large enough to let slip
The purpose of who I am

Aimlessly I wonder through my catastrophe
Dismissing aid for fear that I might be healed
My purpose redefined
I rouse that wounds that discharge my character
Lest all trace of me be vanished

Pain falls relentlessly through perforated skin
Punctuated by healing I feel the holes closing slowly
Relief is painful for a ship sunk and raised

-Hans Klodt