Can you see them?
The wounds internal
Leaping again
Over new hurdles
The air is thin
My skin is thinner
Infection spreads
Pull the splinter
It's been a pleasure
Under the knife
And it's a privilege
To be alive
Surrender is an option
Though it is bitter
It's strength, not weakness
I'm holding the blister
In comes the tide
With a heart closed wide
The right choice
The wrong outcome
Filled with white noise
Mind held for ransom
Personal growth
Ripped out root and stem
Emotional drought
Break down the dam
It's been a pleasure
Under the knife
And it's a privilege
To be alive
Surrender is an option
Though it is bitter
It's strength, not weakness
I'm holding the blister
In comes the tide
With a heart closed wide
Breathing easy
Choke back the truth
Showing the scars
Hiding the bruise
Carrying baggage
And the world's weight
En route to ruin
Stopped at the gate
Learn from mistakes
To make thing worse
No peace at rest
Live through the curse
It's been a pleasure
Under the knife
And it's a privilege
To be alive
Surrender is an option
Though it is bitter
It's strength, not weakness
I'm holding the blister
In comes the tide
With a heart closed wide
This is actually supposed to be a song, but I also like it as a poem