This is a poem I wrote either last year or six months ago. I can't quite remember, but it is a fairly recent piece of writing. I always had a hard time opening up to others, and even to myself. I have found a safe haven in writing, it's a way to communicate where the spoken word fails.
My pain runs deep inside me, I have many wounds that are far from healed. It's taken years to properly handle the pain and it'll take many more to close the wounds. One wound in particular is very deep and several other wounds stem from it. This poem addresses the original source of pain, that deep chasm of a wound.
This poem is a letter from me to my older brother.