Scar Tissue

The shattered remnants
Of every glass wall I thought I'd razed
And every porcelain mask I've ever worn,
A thousand forgotten façades,
Now lay a stewn and broken mess
A nest around my heart.
The shards of denied past
Bathe in the blood they
Cut out of its inlay.

Every time I can will another beat
The motion just to stay alive
Leaves me pierced by another
Fragment of myself.
Slowly my visceral wounds heal
Only to be reopened somewhere new
And the scars begin to build
A thickened armour 'round my core
That may only choke it where it sleeps.