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.
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