let me put my sword on the ground.
i want this to be over.
if you dont have a white cloth to surrender,
then ill tear mine in half,
and share it with you.

let's stop so we can rest,
and just feel the rain,
gathered in our hair,
and spilling down our scarred cheeks.

let's take time for our wounds to heal,
and not let them paint our future,
but as marks of the past,
eventually, fading,
for our new selves.