July 22, 2020

Strength Within

Battle is won.

But I stand wounded.
In front of you.

Wounds run deep.
Open and bleeding.
But you’ll never see
the pain I feel.

Until my wounds heal
I wear an iron mask.
Standing in front of you.

Wounds leave reminders.
So I wouldn’t forget.
And I won’t.
But I forgive.
And ask for forgiveness.

Time goes by.
I grow wiser.
I hold your hand.