broken

i have this cut on the side of my foot. i do not remember when or how it got cut, i do not even remember it bleeding. but by the time i noticed the cut, my shoe was full of blood and i had already left a trail of blood behind me. my cut has not completely healed yet. i simply clean and bandage my cut every morning, hoping that one day it will no longer be there and i can forget about what caused the cut in the first place.

i know something fell on it the night of the tornado. that night when i ran into the commons and tim dragged me into the safety of the hall. when i opened my eyes i was on the ground, i could not move because wood, debris and a tool box were on top of me. there was blood all over me. i could see blood on my arms and hands, and i could feel the blood on my face.

and so i have this pain that grips my heart. i try not to remember when or how it got broken and bruised, i try to not even remember it hurting. but by the time i take time to notice the pain, my eyes are full of tears. i simply clean and bandage my pain every morning, hoping that one day it will no longer be there and i can forget about what caused the pain in the first place.