Ink Stained Soul…

I use to hide my tears. Tucking away all the feelings that wrecked me. Now I wear my sullen look like my warrior paint. Bathing in my pain as a reminder that loved lived here. The truth is that only love can break you so deeply.  The void it leaves can’t be ignored. Stained in every part of who you are. I revel in it knowing that to live with my pain meant that I was lucky enough to feel loves warmth.

Lies we tell ourselves.