Heal
On the path of healing
I stumbled a lot
As I continued my journey
My wounds were left open for the world to gaze
I hid them behind my smile and continued my ride
I was walking with long strides
Once reaching the stop I felt cold
I looked at my cuts and found them dripping gold
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
