Open Wounds

A cycle of poems «Trauma Life Support»

The air is thick with unspoken words
A silence screams, a symphony unheard
The scars I hide beneath a fragile smile
Open wounds, they fester for a while

Open wounds, a constant, aching pain
A reminder of the storms, the falling rain
They bleed a little, every single day
A testament to battles fought astray

The trust betrayed, the promises gone cold
The shattered pieces, a story yet untold
Each touch a trigger, a phantom sting
The memories linger, on fragile wings

Open wounds, a constant, aching pain
A reminder of the storms, the falling rain
They bleed a little, every single day
A testament to battles fought astray

But healing comes, in whispers soft and slow
The sun will rise, the gentle winds will blow
The scars will fade, a tapestry of time
A testament to strength, a love sublime

Open wounds, a constant, aching pain
A reminder of the storms, the falling rain
But slowly fading, with each passing day
A testament to battles fought away

The wounds will mend, the scars will stay
A mark of courage, come what may
A reminder that even in the darkest night
Hope's gentle light will guide us to the light.