It hurt the first time it happened
honestly every time every single time after that
pain and all the aching carries me on the journey
shame through the tears loss of dignity while crawling
begging for the end to be near
light coming up through the valley
water so crisp and pure
my hands from blisters comes the callous
scars torn in memory
tattoos upon my skin
sun coloring my face heals me
from my shame standing atop of a mountain
it was the falling that gave me the view











Powerfully penned, Bat. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian
Bat
hello dearest Bat that is the truth isn’t it…the delights of life for only to be had in your downfall great write ❤️
Thank you Crimsin. I believe it is.
Bat