Stop

When will they stop

wounding me?

When will they stop

kicking me when I’m down?

When will someone

see me for what I can be

and not just

the broken mess I am now?

When will my dreams

return from the dust?

Why do they keep

getting shattered and stained?

When will the storms

settle down and subside?

When will the sun peek

through the pouring rain?

When will peace

come to my chaotic brain?

When will healing

overtake the pain?