The Wound

my prayers are bouncing off the ceiling again, suffocating loneliness these walls my only friend, festering wounds never had a chance to heal, i've kept them buried deep within but now my skin begins to peel. the sedative wears off, the numbness fades away, this hurts too much to feel but this pain is here to stay. broken and bleeding i fall down on my face, trembling and heaving i go back to that place, voices from the past i can't forget though i've tried, though i run so hard and fast from this pain i can't hide. i go back to that place that shaped who i became, the day my heart died the day my soul was slain. my knees getting weak, my heart full of fright, a helpless little boy but a man i will fight. fight to win back what is rightfully mine, a fight to the death my heart is on the line. i cry out to God "i know i'm supposed to be a man. but daddy i'm scared will you please hold my hand." A great wave of strength filled my from above. i swung my sword fearlessly and won back my heart of love