Healing...?

Staring at the celling 

at 3 am at midnight 

she asked herself 

could she ever get out of this darkness right

the cold breeze wrapped around her thoughts 

outside she was warm, inside never had been 

the deepest of the winters lit the fire 

seemingly snug, had burnt her within 

Leaves gently fell to the ground 

sunrays ran down the canopy of garden cress

He stepped on the soft mud; felt himself sinking

every moment walked into an anxious mess 

the sun shone everyday; he kept going 

sunrays ran down the drying vine 

the roots tangled around his heart 

no one to tell him, it would be fine

Staring at the ceiling 

Its 5 hours down the dark 

and she tells herself 

to hold on to the tiniest spark 

she is trying to heal 

as she burns in abuse and hate 

burns in disrespect and control 

for choosing how she'll wear her body and gaining weight

he's winded now unwinding 

in the scorching heat 

through his tangled thoughts

he's getting back on his feet 

he is trying to heal 

as he is tied in fear and pain 

tied in trying to be a 'man' 

for not holding back his tears and being targeted yet again

These scars cannot be seen 

by naked eyes

but can only be felt 

by wounded hearts

are we going to raise our voice or 

are we going to let them be 

till these scars are tied by ropes 

and show on veins?