The Bottom Shelf Review

When I rose out of bed this fall
I didnt flinch; no pain was felt.
The sun gleamed on my face
With the most gentle arms surrounding
What was once bruised,
Once brazen
Once brutal.

This time things are different
I sleep, no longer afraid
of the thunder that follows the dawn.

Such an unfamiliar feeling it is
To not be afraid of the feeling of love.
Not worry about being suffocated by loss
And feeling the ache after what I thought was normal.

Oh how things are so different now.
So safe, so secure.

But for some reason,
I still flinch.

Maybe bruises always linger,
Below the surface.