The Wound Healers

 

We’re the same,

you and me

we’ve been broken

and stripped raw, 

we’ve been lost

and we’ve been found, 

yet still don’t know 

who we are.

We’ve both been in the battle,

we know the hidden scars,

the wounds no one can see.

we gently caress around them

to not open them needlessly.

when they do break down

we absorb the words

that must be said,

and pay honor to

the previous lives we led.

Being happy 

in the present

doesn’t change our past,

but baby, I’m sure grateful

that I got to have you last.