On the ugliness of healing
Darkness in its entirety hounds us in the silence of the looms,
Ensnaring the voice of doubt in our mind to leave no room.
Sometimes the light we seek sublimes under the shades of grey,
And we wish to hide in a land, where our hearts are not left astrayed.
Betrayal creeps in its hinds mighty and galore,
Tormenting us with no bounds, leaving us gasping for a sip of amour.
Pain hails in its fangs deep,
Slicing and rendering the soul in every vow it is deemed to keep.
The tale of survival often seems too good to be true,
No one knows the concealed wounds that hid under its sinew.
Forgery fosters the plastered smiles that enamour the scars with pride,
Ravaging the world with the exemplar of courage,
To hide what lies broken inside.
The bravest souls are the ones who shed every ounce of their skin at night,
To bloom with radiance, to hold akin the hope in the hours of their plight.
Darkness in its entirety hounds us in every breath of our voyage
In healing the spirit of thee,
And one day you will face the light,
In the radiance of the best of yourself, you could ever be.

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