A trail of tears down my skin
Scars littering my soul
My body aching with exhaustion
You may think I’m weak
But I haven’t lost this war yet
I don’t fear the dark
Because some of it lives inside of me
It’s the mornings that are hard to face.
Every morning is a new obstacle to face
But every morning I must try again
a very nice poetry…congratulations!
have a nice day 🙂