My personal stigmata,

my self inflicted staples,

holding me in place,

I am the sin,

I created my own pain,

blessed light breaking in,

I watch,

I wait,

seething with something unknown,

weighed down to the depths below,

I see the light in the darkness that surrounds me,

I reach for it through blood and bone,

screaming,

missing,

what am I,

without me…