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