Scars in the shape of a poem
Recovery written with irony and betrayal
Triumph overlooked
Victories uncelebrated

Defeat stares at me like my reflection
Is this really all that I am?

My mistakes and bloodshed?
My constant tears?
My pained and aching heart?

Surely...I must be more
More than the stories I can spin
Of sleepless nights
Of new hospitals
Of old friends

Surely...I am more than this



  • dusk arising

    Defeat.No,... there is triumph in your words and the more you write then the more triumphant you shall be.

    The catharsis of poetry fills this site.

  • Coyote

    So much more L. Thousands upon thousands of things, big and small, go into making us who we are and those things are constantly changing. You're important and you matter. Hang in there and please keep writing. You're so very talented🙂

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