You see me fall and you ask me to rise again,
But I take a moment. I hesitate. I step back. I see the scars on my skin and I flinch in pain,
I see the map they’ve traced on my vein,
Raw and fresh and unscathed, they remind me of everything that I’ve lost in vain,
Of memories I treasure, of people I’ve loved, of places I have my heart in,
Of hope that has withered away into nothingness, of plastic smiles, of broken trust, of the turmoil within,
I gather them all gently and wear them on my sleeve, I push myself to trudge forward in pretentious zeal,
Wondering, if, I would ever see them heal.