Coagulate

Finally my blood began to coagulate, surrendering to wounds from constant battles. I was fading in shades of an Autumn leaf, crumbling to seasonal trials, yet, searching for a remedy to prevent winds from carrying me away. In the pantomime of life, I've learned how to pretend. Hiding the truth behind each scar, visible and invisible, engraved upon my skin. My soul is a testament to inflictions fought and won. Sometimes lacerations ache, yet the pain can never define me. For within me burns a spirit, fierce and full of flames. I've soared over storms, illuminated in the darkest night - still, I rise to the call of morning Robins. Each clot forming is a symbol of resilience, as in the face of adversity, I find my lion nature, so let the blood coagulate, let healing begin. I am a samurai not prepared to retire my Katana sword. Through every trial, I'll emerge stronger, until it's finally time to go back home.