Band-Aid On The Road

By Pallavi Verma

I saw a band-aid on the road and wondered if that meant my heart didn't need it anymore As the winds picked it up and it flew off, I checked my insides to see if they still hurt They did, but it was a fleeting pain. Pain not from remembering but the pain from trying to reopen that wound I remember when I got those wounds. You sat down in front of my heart as if about to feast A knife to strike, a fork to scratch the walls and a spoon to scoop out the hopes, dreams and childlike notions of love I looked at those broken and fragmented pieces, beyond the blood and tears, I found hope still dancing to the music of my heart I used a thread of my good memories to sew up the broken pieces and put a bandaid over the cuts to protect hope and keep it from escaping through the gaps I can still see the scars, but those scars are the lightning that shines across the sky when I laugh or cry, reminding me of the sparks that still exist, sparks that keep me alive, sparks that celebrate and sparks that become the stars in the night sky that twinkle in the darkness.

By Pallavi Verma