My Body is a Testimony of Grief

as a boy growing up,
i tossed my body against the cold floor screaming for things i couldn't get.

i poke my fingers in the fire & thought scars are not real.

i have held scars without fire, too many times,
this is how a boy germinates into a man.

i remembered the one that sailed me to this unknown place
it turned me into a wrecked boat that lost its route.

this poem holds a testimony of a boy who survived depression
of how i sobbed in dark.

Written By: Aloysius S. Harmon

Aloysius S. Harmon is an emerging writer and poet who writes from his room and quiet places like the beachside, under the large mango tree, etc. He is also one of the disciples of Dr. Patricia Wessely.