SUN SETTING

xxxvii

so, we're a bit broken, a bit bloody, a bit bruised.

but it's good. we're trying.

we are a battlefield / and war is not pretty.
war is blood, it's death, it's pain. but war ends.

our skin is riddled with scars, and while they may not be beautiful, they tell the story. of how you fought, you stumbled, you tripped, you fell, but how you got back up. with a fierce hopeless look in your eyes, but fierce nonetheless. you have survived, you have survived, you have survived. so, your scars tell a story, one of tragedy, one of hurt, one of heart, but each have hope intertwined in each. it may not seem like it's there, it may seem faint, but it's pulsing.

— so we're a bit broken, a bit bloody, a bit bruised, but we're trying