I woke up in 2018
with band aids on my soul.
I had bled through so many,
it took me so many bandages,
and so many chances
to take away the knife that
wounded me.
I spent my months healing,
finding the love within me -
the love that I deserved.
When the leaves came back,
and the wind danced around us,
I gave myself another chance.
When the wildflowers grew,
and the sun watched us from above,
I learned that love is not the knife
stabbing through my chest.
When the leaves once again withered away,
and we spend long nights under the stars,
I found myself again.
I stitched my bleeding soul
with the love she gave me.
I found the happiness I was longing for
when I walked into this year.
Though I am still healing,
I step into the new year knowing
my body is mine.
I welcome new days knowing
my soul belongs to me
and nobody can take away
what I have spent a year mending.
I will wake up in 2019 with only the scars
to remind me of what I truly deserve.
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metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
