Titles are Overrated

Part 75

Perhaps

all this stumbling

and scraping 

my knees and hands,

isn't for nothing.

It stings and weeps,

but what's a little blood

when you're already drained?

Everything aches,

and yet

I get up

and keep going.

Breathing through

the pain,

smiling through

the sorrow.

There are moments

where you are torn apart

and all the stitches

have come undone,

but you realise

amongst all the blood

and betrayal upon yourself -

you are here,

alive.

Your heart is beating,

your scars are your strength,

and all your blood -

the brightness inside

of you.

rise like the sun, waiting a while in the dark - until you can shine again.