Non-healing bruises

Pain walks side by side with us. Or is it an illusion? Are we able to choose?

Photo by Andraz Lazic on Unsplash

I have scars all over my soul

It started that day,

the first time I should’ve said no,

but didn’t.

My omission has taught you

I would be passive from then on.

You took that as a free pass

to keep hurting,

cheating,

mocking,

misleading,

abusing.

I was so weak I couldn’t react.

You came across my lying body on the ground

and was ready to trample my face.

All at once I grabbed your shin

and dropped you on the floor.

I lashed you thirstly

and could feel the smile on the whip.

The reins were mine again.

Sorrow, I deal the cards from now on.

I’m not afraid of your presence,

you can walk along.

If you are courageous enough.