Defenses rise high
in layers created
from life's progression.
Determination's fire rages
against speckled hints of
vulnerabitlity revealed.
In darkened corners,
isolated from view,
tears fall
as spirit seals wounds,
one stitch at a time.
Identity recreated through
protective masks worn;
suffering
at the bottom of
esteem's well,
empty.
Truth lies hidden
beneath wronged years
packed away safe from
rememberance.






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