Holding On

We all have our monsters

I may see yours or not

You may see mine or not

Not everyone sees the battle

The fight with the monsters

I can't say I see it all

The glaring and the hidden

But what I do see

Is how hard it is for you to smile

Is how hard it is to act like you have no monsters

I see

I know

How you act like you're fighting no battles

How you hide the blood from me

But I smell it from a mile away

From wounds a thousand years old

Wounds that never heal

I know how scarred you are

I know you've got rotten wounds lying around

Those scars?

They are beautiful to me

Marks of a true warrior

And the stench from your wounds?

Sweet smelling incense

Because they are all signs

Of battles fought and won

Of monsters being struggled with

Of your humanity

Of your imperfection

Fight your battles

Slay your monsters

And know that I'll be right here

Tending your wounds

Holding your hands

Doing whatever needs to be done

Being whoever you want me to be