A swollen plum
Is what I describe myself as
Beaten so easily
Flesh cut open even with a delicate touch
A swollen plum is my heart
Tender yet so weak
I feel exposed,
My vulnerabilities on show for the whole world to see
I find myself unarmored
I do not have any fight left in me to continue
I do not carry the strength to continue to fight
I find myself drowning in my own waters
I find no weapons in my limbs anymore
My own heart freed from the chest
Lays at rest in the deepest of pits in my chest
They do not wish to be heard
Only a string touched and the weeping heart of mine finds itself pouring