Sweeter Times
Sweeter times
Warmer winds flowing through my hair
Bright sun and feelings
in my eyes shines a light inside of me
A once darker soul
That was in there.
Stuck within stains of blood and torn wounds
Scars showing
That I tried to hide
I proudly wear.
It is a badge of honor that I chose to display, proudly.
Never to hold within a mist of sickness
and self-pity and despair
I hold up, proudly, this “wrestling trophy”
That I hold up, in the ring, of life’s ring.
With my smile lit up
so brightly.