When all is said and all is done
and all that’s left is a battle we won
when peace is nigh yet still out of reach
and silence is too still when the truth has been breached
when there is no corner left unturned
and every last bridge has been burned
when all you know is how to fight
how to defend your solo life
when you’ve hurt all you know and only know hurt
then stare in the mirror at the stranger life formed
when you can’t understand at all who you are
except the burns and bruises of a child so scarred
when you’re scared to feel and feel too scared
when anger and pain is your only friend
when all that you are is judged by a past
and everyone you meet perception turns aghast
when tears stream daily and daily you hear
a child’s whimper, an echo so near
when you feel life is lost and you’re too lost to find
a love for yourself, a warmth from mankind
when the abuse from the past won’t let you sleep
and you feel you’ll never understand the love you seek
when the deep and the dark is all you know
when you’ve broken down and every second is slow
that’s when you start writing with all you know
the only strength left as the words begin to flow
like a river of torture the waves guide each pain
out of your fingertips and onto the page
and you write and you type and you scribble and scratch
the hurt that flows forth is like a dam unlatched
and every shattered piece of your heart that’s locked up
escapes with the relief – a king’s gold cup
emotional exhaustion creeps into your soul
as every ripple of pain becomes a strength instead of a foe
and you don’t need to think, the words release themselves
onto the paper as your sorrows quell
your emotions expunged
you're at a loss for words
an unexplainable climax of a writer’s work
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