Stitches

All wounds heal, some faster than others.
We all need different remedies to recover.
When we are cut deep enough stitches hold us together.
I tripped and fell not too long ago.
I suffered from a broken soul.
God stitched me up and made me whole.
When it was time to pull the stitches out all that was left was a nasty scar.
A dull reminder that I broke my own heart.
Stitches were never meant to be a permanent solution.
A belly full of pills and a heart full of doubt isn't a resolution.
I had to open my eyes and shut my mouth.
I held back my tears and stifled my fears.
I accepted the lie that pain subsides.
Stitches kept me alive but only on the outside.
I learned to live with the cold, dark solitude of my life.
The pain I feel is very much real.
I'm torn between what's fake and what's real.
Do I want to stay wounded or do I want to heal?
Some wounds heal faster than others.
I found the remedy to help me recover.
I've uncovered a most beautiful truth.
All that's left to do is get up and move.
It's mind over matter now.
I've got to overcome my pain somehow.
The scars will eventually fade.
This time when I fall, it won't be in vain.