It's been a week, my love
A week of pain, of strife,
Of realizing what I gave up
Of realizing what I'll be better without.

It's been a week, only a week,
One week to start many weeks,
And I wonder if each will be easier
Than the last.

A week ago I was broken
Laid upon the ground,
Impaled, bleeding before your gaze,
As you turned from the sight.

A week later I call myself okay,
Able to stand, walk,
But that fight still eludes me,
And I know these wounds slowly scar.

Perhaps next week,
I will be able to stand tall,
Able to run,
Able to fight once more.