where were the others?

she stumbles

picks herself up

and moves on

brushing the dirt off of skinned knees.

she falls

tumbling down stairways

but simply walks off

the pain the fall

brought her.

her hopes

and dreams

and aspirations

were torn down

torn out of her heart

and it was up to her to stitch the peices

back together again

and when the wounds

were reopened by others

the self surgical session

begins again.

tidyness abandoned

in the pain

and hurt

the messy stitches caused her.

when others needed her

she was there.

speaking comfort

and stitching the hurt

broken

fixing broken

pain

fixing pain

but her mind

distracted by others

didn’t see

her own life source

spilling out

onto the floor.

as she sinks down