Hell has no Motivation

I survive.
The warm sun
wipes away
a child's tears.

I fight
for the sweet day
when I'll wake up
and not hurt.

Not imitation,
velvet barbed wire.
Not novocaine
in the soul.

Give this away
to the thieves
who stole all my jewels.
Gift wrap it,
enclose a card,
let it go.

I heal, the child I was,
could have been.
The woman I am,
should have been.

I crawl underneath
the barbed wire.
The war is over.