Wound

Sliver of steel, so thin and fine
it doesn't even scratch the skin
or make veins open

So slim it fits between letters,
between words,
right through hope

This is the kind of wound that
cripples not the body
but that place, deep down

The place where we go
when the world tells us
no, we can't

and we whisper,
Yes, we can
but that sliver slices through

The letters of defiance
scattered like spots of blood
broken, deep in the place

where some things never mend