The Journey
Falling.
Each hit cuts deeper than the other
More painful and prominent
Slaming to the gound
Still.
Laying upwards facing the light
The wounds burn and bleed
The healing begins
Climbing.
Growing strong each inch
Light touches the wounds
Healing but scared
Top.
Wounds small marked by white
The cravas behind now but lingers in mind
Looking foward into light
The future.
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