Wounded
I had no idea how much pain I was in.
The hits continued to come
With each devastating blow delivered
The impacts reverberated deeper
Permanently imprinting themselves on my psyche
Like toxic seawater in my lungs
And starving me of precious oxygen
Suffocating the pleasures of life from me
My time here is borrowed
Like floating in a dark and unknown sea
Soon, I’ll slip under the water
And never surface again
I never knew how badly I’d been wounded
Unseen and damaged beyond repair
A warrior’s soul fights to survive
A part of me now
I will wear these ugly scars forever
I only want to be whole again
I’ve tried to hide them
But everyone still sees
— Just not me.
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