It starts with pain
And the scarring of skin
To the collapse of a heart that will once again learn to begin
Paraded by struggles and tears
And pinned down by memories
Places all too familiar
Soak the nightmares deeper in
After all the losses
And battles in between
The healing is more powerful
But that much harder to believe
The rays are strong
Burning down that external darkness
And shedding out of
That existent internal blindness
But as painful the experience
Myself I did carry
The hardest lessons learned and still more to come
Pulling the negative and leaving it buried
Poet’s Thoughts:
When you go through something at a repetitious level, slowly but surely you find that strength that has remained dormant all this time. You end up struggling against a part of yourself because the battle is always constant. You lose a piece of yourself in each fight, however, if you think about the positive aspect instead, you’ll gain that strength you thought you never had. You start seeing things in a much brighter way which allows you that ability to call out your demons and cast them out.
