The Healing

You're in a state so harsh

It's getting hard to speak

Words and emotions getting sparse

It's harder, just to exist silently

Your ifs and buts fighting,

Like belligerents of war.

But for every monster advancing

A God rises (within) to expel it far.

Love, let the inner fight be;

For no wound on you

can't remain unfixed.

And can't you see?

The healing - has already begun.