Poem 32 (Beautiful Wound)

Beautiful wound  
   Why won't you heal ?
Why did you leave me to be still and silent ?
Why do you attract attention of doubters ?
Oh Beautiful wound, why do make my words ugly ?
I'm hating your reflection  
However, you made me an imperfection  
Which in Art is really a perfection of truth  
No one can define a beauty in a brush  
It is as it as  
 
Beautiful Wound  
I live to accept you  
As the anger finds light me  
You remind me  
So vividly of that night  
As the moon envied me  
While I stood a  Bloody Mess  
Rambling on  
Experiencing rivers of blood runing down my.  
       arm  
And puddles of it surrouning my feet  
From the lacerations of my left abdomen  
 
Beautiful Wound  
I struggled to find a tear that would release this hatred I have for you  
But there is none  
You are not to blame  
For wrong place at 9  
Causing an exteneded stay till 3am  
I lay on that hospital bed  
As my clothes were cut off me  
And code purple from the nurses  
In unison sounded like pop music  
 
In a white coat and hanging stethoscope  
Around his neck  
With fine brown hair  
From the South Central  Asia  
His accent thick  
 He spoke to Nursing Students  
 " She's pretty"  
Give her sutures so it won't leave a scar  
Just the opposite happened  
When it all healed  
The devil  brought a wrecking crew  
Thats when I felt Unpretty  
 
Beautiful wound  
I have no choice to accept  
your  
Ugly  
Your  
Pretty  
Somedays  
Your a Beautiful Wound  
That makes me conscious