swirling down through layers

[wirewraith]

undeniably the psyche is damaged
but mending
limited scarring, if only i'd stop picking the scabs
yet i linger over the wound as if wanting the ache
to last

He is gone, and the door pulled shut and bolted
no mass, no more, i will not be a doormat
so i have forgiven but i will not be trod upon again

abandoned such a strange pain but one all too familiar
i know i'm not really so easily forgotten
tho sometimes its hard to believe
i am not
invisible

Thanks for a good year and the blessing of a Seraph in my life
so often his wings protect me
i truly am lucky