Pain & Love

Pain is subjective,

but I wear it well.

The mask with the painted smile,

the tears behind those big brown eyes,

sympathy is not my style.

I'm not one for sitting around,

and watching my life just walk on by.

The get up and go,

the positivity that flows,

through my blood, veins and the marrow in my bones.

Let nothing before me,

allow me to wither away,

as my confidence remains high,

and my insecurities are washed away.

I'm past caring about the disingenuous one's,

equated to the ships that pass in the night,

as my soldiers stay connected to me by my side,

whether physically or mentally,

they inhabit my universe,

giving me that extra strength,

to push myself & always carry on.

As long as my heart still beats,

I will carry on been me,

wearing my heart on my sleeve,

and the lessons I learnt in 2014,

setting all my negativity free.......