I wonder if the wound would ever be less painful,
Each time I touch,
i scream and yell hoping for some miracle,
But it won't be one if i don't get up and start moving forward,
"One step and a time"
I whispered when it hurt knowing it'll be better in the future.
YOU ARE READING
"Yin and yan"
PuisiI use poem as coping mechanism to the world craziness, Just like how heart and head is.
