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Wounds and Broken Bones


As my blood flows out like a streaming river

And my broken bones continue to quiver

I hold myself up despite the shooting pain

That trembles through whatever of me that remains


My wounds still fresh and open

Exposed to the saltiest ocean

Filled with lies, cries, and deception

Remain hidden, untreated, and left unspoken


From all the beatings of doubt and the slaps of fear

The red and purple scars continue to adhere

On my skin that seems to be patterned with bruises

That life inflicted on my body until it loses


But defeat was not something my body would embrace

Instead, it allowed the cloud of sorrow to fill my face

And take away my eyes' glimmer and grace

For gloom and pain to take up their place


And so, It became weaker and weaker from the wounds it kept holding

As I tried covering each one to stop all the bleeding

Yet my two hands became too less for my wounds so great

And I just stood there with a body that kept eroding


I wanted to yell out and explode all about these wounds that no one can see

And for someone to just come and set me free

Yet one's come, or even glanced my way

As they remain unaware of my distant plea


Sobbing with the pain and letting my tears mix with blood

I decide that alone I would have to fight life's devastating flood

That instead of water is made of my tears

Which never got shed all these years


So, I stagger to my feet injured to the bone

Armed with pain and scars that were never shown

To fight another war that some call tomorrow

I presented strength despite being so hollow


So, as my blood flows out like a streaming river

And my broken bones continue to quiver,

I let a fragment of hope be my source of power

That perhaps in life's ugly swamp I might see a beautiful flower

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