My Wound, Sherry Russo

My Wound
by Sherry Russo

They say time heals all wounds
I doubt that it's true
Mine is not the type that heals
A scab might form
Tissues granulate
But only temporarily
Every now and then
the scab falls off
My wound reopens
Sometimes it bleeds
Other times it doesn't
Nevertheless it stings
Raw
Painful
Gaping like it's new
No creams to numb the pain
No sutures to keep it closed
No bandages for protection
It will never become a scar
The cycle repeats
My wound doesn't heal
A permanence in me

:::

about the poet.
Sherry describes herself, "I have been married for 10 years to a wonderful husband, a mother of three, one in heaven. Our world was forever changed when our twin babies were born at 28 1/2 weeks due to an incompetent cervix. Our twin baby boy Brandon died shortly after birth from complications of a collapsed lung, and Sophia stayed in the NICU for 48 days. I mostly write about Brandon and my journey in this world without him. It's the only thing I have that's devoted to him. It helps me heal, while keeping his memory alive." Sherry blogs at Remembering Brandon.

Remembering Brandon today on his second birthday.