My Own – Little Poem #11

The fight for you,
Is all I have ever known.

Happiness seems to me,
A treasure hidden, unseen, unknown.

These scars are hidden,
Never to be seen Never to be shown.

The pain hasn’t subsided,
But has changed forms, and has grown.

How can I not, know
The one who was once my own?

– Fictionatrix

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