My wounds grow deeper,
laying beneath this
prodigious duress.
They continue to bleed,
and weep, an unpleasant
distress.
Frayed and worn bandages
I can no longer, dress!
Only scars that have
healed, will exhibit
my gain,
a process which bears
an ulterior pain!
My wounds, I will
have to expose,
bleed myself dry
from suppressed,
years of worries
and woes!
The recipe of my journey
will be strenuous
to follow.
The sacrifices taste
bitter to swallow!
However...
I will take the pungent
taste of this fayre
and seek the richness.
Then spit out the
pips of despair!
Then, succulent juices
will run through
veins, and replenish
my mind and soul,
and place a fruitfulness
into my bowl!
\'Better the devil you know\'
I hear,
a phrase that I will no
longer adhere!
I will tend to my wounds,
and eat to my health
and order from the menu...
\'To love myself!