These Scars I Wear

I used to glow with glee and happiness

Your dark and blackened soul stole that from me.

Your words of maim they hit me like a hurricane

They beat me down, bloodied me up and caused me so much pain.

It was a fight I could not win, the odds were stacked against me. With each blow I lost my soul until I was numb to what befell me.

For years I lived in the darkness of your shadow. Living without love or light made me feel shallow.

Finally, after years of dark I felt a sudden strength. The push I needed came from you, a symbol of your weight, your clear and missing devotion was what I was to wake.

As I shattered us in two, the remnants fell like tanks. The pieces crumbled left to die, a clear and sudden change.

I finally felt the world beneath my fingers, pain I welcomed and embraced. For now I had loved and lost, but also broken the cage.

Though love has found me and warmth is all I feel, the scars I bare are still there and they remind of you, the fool.

The man who needed power to show his mighty weight, the mirage he saw wasn’t there at all and his cowardice left at his feet.

To you the fool I present the scars I wear, for even though they pain me so there is nothing worse than the cross that you now bear.

An empty vessel, dark and deep whose loss is all but sprung. A little man with no devotion, brought down to his last rung.