The wound on her heart,
stitched,
but it has not healed.
It's still bleeding
hidden behind a layer of skin.
A smile on her face,
tears in her eyes,
she lies in the moonlight,
she traces her scars.
Her skin, it became so sensitive,
it bruises so easily.
Every wound turns into a scar,
healed,
but the pain reflects in her heart,
her ever hurting heart.
Now I can see her wound,
stopped denying it.
I want it to heal,
I want her to heal.
Come my child
hidden in darkness,
come sink into my welcoming embrace,
I want to shine light on you,
shine light on myself.
