I wrote this and need a thought..
I hide my wounds so the light in me won’t shake,
And smile at strangers while I quietly break.
I sit beside the night, not fearing dark,
But knowing there my truest features mark.
No enemy has carved a deeper scar,
No passing grief has wounded me so far.
I am the hand that tears my soul apart,
Then asks the ruined pieces where they are.
I run from one abyss unto the next,
As though I was conceived for ruin’s text.
I cradle my own heart like grieving mothers do,
And whisper, “Please hold on,” while breaking through.
Within my chest a thousand voices plead;
One begs for life while others choke the need.
No soul have I betrayed as much as mine,
For when I needed love, I left behind.
I thought the enemy a door to close,
Until I found him breathing in my bones.
I stand before the mirror, lost from view;
I do not know that girl, she hates me too.
Each night I gather fragments I have torn,
Then scatter them again before the morn.
There is a grave inside that speaks my name,
While my exhausted soul mourns what I became.
And if they ask what fear has come to be,
I’ll say: “It’s being left alone with me.”
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Been so long since I wrote something in English so I have no idea how good or bad this looks :) Any advice or thoughts on it are all welcomed 🫶🏻.
-Ward