Amy R

Redness Rise

Copyright, Amy R

The cuts are my battle wounds,
badges of courage for making it through another day.
They are big and bold and proud to be part of me,
unlike the rest of my body which aches to be ashes in the ground.
Maybe one day sense will be had;
my mind so filled with chaos contented with a simple slice.
Watch the redness rise from within
and now I know I’ve found my center again…
The rest of the world drops away and I am satisfied;
myself made whole if only for a moment until the battles begin again.


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