2022/8/28 #poetry all the scrapes scab over all the scabs peel away the only thing left is the memory of when things didn't go our way
loss of opportunity while waiting for injuries to heal 'at least we're still alive' we say while trying to ignore the sadness we feel
while it's true we should not forget that good things happen too pushing away the negative isn't so healthy to do
while the wounds are fresh and we still wait for the blood to congeal let us scream as loud as we like it is better to keep things real