Tonight, I face myself, unarmed,
With every wound, with every scarred.
The hurt is real, but so am I,
Beneath the tears, I’ll learn to rise.

Not to surrender, not to break,
But to feel the ache I’ve long forsake.

The shield is down, the rawness near,
Each tear a truth, each breath sincere.
This loneliness, my solemn friend,
Not an enemy, but a place to mend.

Push him off!

Good night carrot