Pain

The pain will never go away; The wound will never heal. The evil that was done to me, Is now my eyes, my heart. The black will never turn to grey; The blood will not freeze, Nor thicken. The violence is never through; The past does not depart. Time will merely make me whole, Consuming what I am, Part sufferer, part comforter, Part victim, part new song, Part mother of an angry soul, Part child of despair, part witness and part conqueror of all that did me wrong.