Hurt
The stabs, the punches
Wounded my thin skin
Wounds not physical
Verbal
Pierced my flesh
Tearing away at my confidence
My self esteem bled out
Warm, red, fresh, metallic
Gushing from the deepest wounds
Caused by the deadliest weapon
Words
Growth
Somewhat healed
But the scars still remain
These ugly patches
Dark spots
Defiling my skin
Breaking bonds
Tearing apart relationships
Please, I beg
No more words
Development
Cocoa butter applied
Scars all gone
Love for myself
I am healed
Some never recover
I am one of the few
Stabs, punches
No more penetration
Skin too thick
Preventing violation
Joy emanating
Relationships restored
Small in size
Large impact
Use them wisely
Words
