Heal, by MwsR
Life and all its journeys
Beckon from the inner selves
Struggles yet strength possesses me
All the pretty wrapping iat’s hides what’s inside
Still lack of better judgement has prevailed once or twice
Easier to say that good judgements often get delayed
Fragments lay around my solitude heart
Any shift perhaps could change it all
Desperation silently permeates my thinking
It covers me like a blanket
Frozen though my soul still seems
Trigger warnings all around
Sounds and sometimes smells remind me
What once was natural was made wrong
The words I hear sometimes in a song
They can take me back
As if never fully healed
Like picking a good scab
Repeatedly the heart can bleed
It also can heal again
I will heal again
There can be a calm in this storm
And a safe place with which I can go.
Exposure will not shelter me from the elements
But the effects will teach me in different way
Hope will survive, though tattered and tested\
It will ultimately be love that drowns it all
So all that will be left, will be me.
