Stained

Broken mirror days 

that turn everything off kilter.

I try to remember to breath. 

I try to remember to live.

To move through the days 

like everything is normal. 

And everything is normal.

But nothing truly is. 

My soul feels rubbed raw

like I tried to get a stain out.

The edges of the hurt dirt 

all that I can feel.

But the cloth of reality won't 

turn back to normal.

No matter how much 

I let my hands bleed.

I am forever worn out and altered.

Never again the same.

Never again unbroken. 

Never again unstained.