Open Sores

Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder how many it bores.
I hear my mind argue with my heart repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
That’s what’s defeated me.

I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart;
it tears me apart and makes me reluctant today.
I worry that the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.

I am a coward with open sores.
I understand that nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy; but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.