On the Mend

 I couldn't speak and I couldn't breathe, 

I slightly trembled falling to my knees, 

Is this the beginning or is this the end,

or maybe a path that is on the mend?

I screamed in silence with no response,

as if the heart was always the pawn,

Easily touched and easily used 

bordering on the abused. 

Had I been here before?

I questioned "what is more?"

couldn't move, couldn't feel, 

this path now meant to heal.