From a raw nerve....

I used to joke that I wrote poetry when I was in some sort of deep emotional pain.

Tonight while I deal with some internal pain this came oozing out of my pores. I reminds me of stuff I used to write in college. Full of angst and something....

Bruises and Scrapes

I met myself as I fell down
She stood looking at my plight
My skinned and bleeding knees
Elbows raw and open

She laughed out loud
And helped me up
Sprayed Bactine upon the wounds
Bringing more tears to my eyes

With a wry smile
She reminded me
Pads and helmets
Protect from injury

With cynical frown
I reminded her
Pain is a fact
That makes life full

Skating off to my next adventure
I left myself behind
Knowing that she
Would find my pain again.