Kiss Your Scars Goodnight

Kiss your scars goodnight.

Tuck them into bed.

Lay them down peacefully.

Let the skin scab over.

Don't pick the wound.

I don't go to sleep to dream.

I don't go to sleep at all.

Insomniacs can't close their eyes.

They can't turn the imagines in their mind off.

It's a constant picture show flickering on the boxcars of a train that is somehow in perfect sync with the images.

It's like watching an old-time movie without any sound.

The 3 AM train of consciousness.

It's like looking through a childhood picture album of someone's family.

Someone else's nightmares.

Only to see you aren't as different as you once thought that you were.

It's a new understanding.

It's a new outlook on life and growth as a person.

It's learning to heal yourself and move on.

I am trapped on a plain that only exists in my own mind.

I kiss my scars goodnight.

I embrace healing.

I need sleep.

I need space.

I need time to reflect.

I need to find peace in my own head.

I dream in black and white.

I kiss my scars goodnight.

I try to heal them before the spring flowers make their way up through the earth.

*This poem is featured in the upcoming book "Peeling Sanity"

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