Damaged, a poem by Katrina Kaye at Spillwords.com



written by: Katrina Kaye



I’ve always
been a sucker
for a kicked dog,

always eager to defend
the bruised and beaten.

I am not afraid
when your true face
creeps out after dark;

I have no fear of your ghosts
and how they cling to every bone
peaking through skin.
I am not the image
your eyes reflect.

I know you do not love me.
It doesn’t matter.

I can champion your weight.
I can stitch together skin.
You are not the first
damaged man I strapped
to my back.

I have more strength
than you know.

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