Peace at last

If you could see beyond the skin, to all my trauma, buried deep within, you'd be in awe; I still manage to grin. I struggle with sleep; some days I can't eat, left feeling empty, dead on my feet, yet my aching heart, still continues to beat. Some wounds cut deep; few scars you can see; most of it I keep, bottled up in me, awaiting the day I'm finally free. It all takes time; won't get there fast. I can't wait to let go, forgive and forget the past. Give my bruised soul a break; finally get peace at last.