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.