March 2018

A triumph

On the very forearms
Where I used to carve
in scarlet unreadable hieroglyphics
Today I softly sculpted silver and azure tress of starlight

I now have a dream catcher
to help take away my nightmares
instead of me staring away each sleepless night

And it's been three months since the last time
But the weapons are never too far

It's going so much better
But I fear it's only temporary

And I'm proud of myself for surviving
But fear I will never do much more than survive

I still see the world through a grey fog
But I think the fog has now grown a silvery lining