Healing

Slowly, ever so. . . .

My wounds will heal and I will return as myself.

Waiting I will hope. . . .

to reach the light. To cover my scars. . .

But

I didn't just cover them with

Band-aids and forget my hurts. . .

I need time. . .

Time heals all wounds.

Slowly, ever so. . . . .

I learn to realize that not everyone has to hate me

Realization, telling me. . .

Eventually someone will need me.

There

are more in the world

that go through this.

I will heal, I will learn

to love

and live life

The End

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