Wounds

We wear our hospital bracelets

Like it’s the latest trend

Our too thin gowns

Are tied behind our backs, like a super hero cape

And our stitched up cuts

Branded as war wounds

From a battle that was long fought

And won in the end

And your war wounds

Are kissed every night

By a warm set of lips

That will always be pressed against your skin

It’s all kinds of amazing

To be loved by someone- anyone

But it is also all kinds of amazing

To be loved by yourself

So after they kissed your scars

And tucked you in at night

Remind yourself

That you are your own hero

And don’t forget

To kiss yourself goodnight

Before your head hits the pillow

And you wander into a world of no pain. 

xxx

Talia