Dirt and Blood and All

Who I was three years ago and who
I am today seem to clash together now and again.
I used to be frail and weak.
I used to crack under pressure
and fall to my knees at every sight.
I buried that self long ago.
I buried her deep in the ground.
Some nights I find myself wrapped
up in my sheets, thick tears and heavy
wounds traced through my body.
Some nights I find that I dug her up,
and let her in. I let her sit besides me,
string her arm over my neck,
and remind me of what I was.
Carrying heavy weights upon my
shoulders has made me strong,
has made me tough.
But with only a single breath,
she can break me apart.
I remember.
Dirt and blood and all.

By Alexa S.