A Rough Patch

Only I can live my life
Accept my flaws and damaged soul
Childhood left wounds like a knife
Leaving its mark, taking its toll
Wounds fester when left unattended
Making room for woe’s despair
Longing for my soul to mend
And my broken heart repaired
All wounds do not heal with time
Making it hard to let love in
Life has no reason, nor rhyme
Hope comes and goes on a whim
Doubts and inertia often plague me
And I wonder if I’ll ever love me

Kelly Rose
October 3, 2015