Left me to the wolves, and didn’t even listen to my plea. 

I begun to see why 

Age has enlightened me

but it’s a scar that’s deep in me.

I want to heal, yeah I do, and yes I am.

Wounds slightly open.

Memories continue to cut like a knife

It’s a fight

But I’m alright. 

Or that’s what I tell myself.

A distraction from the past stress

A past that left me a mess.

A mess under construction.

Slow, but in progress

Growth don’t have a climax