wounds

Move

Move your battle away from the time

When you felt like your trust was taken piece by piece and shot down until it was beyond repair. 

Move your battle away from the feeling 

When your heart skipped a beat,  not in love but surrounded by fear and insecurity. 

Move your battle away from the life

Where you lived in a paranoia, an illusion that they were out to get you and you had to escape. 

Move your battle away from the hell

That you gave yourself for falling weak in your knees and giving yourself away for too little. 

Move your battle away from the death

Of happiness inside your body where every cell within you cried and hoped it would cease to exist. 

Move your battle away from the battles that need to be left alone.  The battles you don’t have to fight.  The battles you’re not meant to deal with.  

Your battle is life.  It is living.  Now.  Not then when things were happier or worse.  Now.  

Right fucking  now. 

Live. 

Fight the battle to live.  To feel.  To believe.  To recover.  

To love. 

Yourself first.  

Pretty Ugly

I have a feeling
Things won’t be pretty
And then there is ugliness in all beauty
Tell me where your beauty lies
Within all that ugliness
Is paranoia all that you’re made up of
Wasn’t there more grit
Where there is fear
More love
Where there is worry
Open wounds take time to heal
Your skin is torn apart
Exposed to the wind
The wounds burns
But will you burn with them?