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I see wounds turn into scars turn into goblins

I hear pleas turn into screams turn into echoes from long lost memories

I feel my heart pound in response to lies and truths alike

And now instead of being frantic I've learned the stoic fight

I know this soldier is me because it simply had to be

I see resonance, I see smiles, I witness eyes lighting up

I hear laughter and kind words and humorous stories being told

I feel...almost a sense of ease follow the tension

Close to letting go of apprehensions

Temporarily

I know there is hope because I've experienced beauty boldy declared in silence and in notes

I see words, I hear feelings, and I feel what hasn't been spoken

I am shadow, I am suppression, I am you

Free, whole, and unbroken