I now am more than the person you left behind in your chaotic wake. The wounds you branded me with are now nothing more than scars of a forgotten war.
War.
War is an algorithm some have yet to figure out for you were the one who stood victorious yet I am the one who can stand tall, to say I survived. You threw your arsenal of venomous words and fists of hatred my way but....
I survived.
I crawled out the other side of the battle ground bloody and bruised and yet still beautiful, for I am beautiful.
You saw me as nothing more than a punching bag to splatter your emotions against only to patch up later with words you'd stolen all meaning from.
Yet
Here I stand, strong and proud, for I survived and I now am more than the person you left behind
YOU ARE READING
Far and Wide
Poesíapoetry from the depths of my mind on every matter of my tiny existence THESE ARE ALL MY ORIGINAL WORKS
