Yours Truly

She came to me,

Like a bullet in my spine.

Firing pinks and greens through my sertraline veins

Like a clear blue sky kissing my eyes.

She is not defined by what is palpable,

I see her though she is undiscovered

Masking behind a bitter facade.

I feel her touch on the center of my palms,

Drawing lines down my wrists

A healing glow.

For only I know the pain she has received,

With only warmth for others to perceive.

She is stubborn and golden

And frightened and radiant,

Yet unseen by many.

I feel her across my skin.

Pale and moon-like,

I see her within.