I do not fall victim to my pain
That is not why I write
When I heal, you will hear the groans and the moans
Of my stitching  
My battle wounds do not go unnoticed
My pain does not leave in silence
My transformation is gruesome
I digest myself before I rebuild myself
I outgrow my own skin
Growth becomes a metamorphosis
to my mind and body
My old cells self destruct
I even develop some spare parts
And through the process of self love
I step out of my embodiment  
Reincarnated
As an absolute masterpiece