He Writes Today

In goes the pain again
It knows where it belongs
Heavy heart becomes his home
The hearth for which he longs

Set himself before the flames
Skin and body warmed
But not the core of all the hurt
That he himself adorned

Dressed his soul in heartache
That he himself did cause
But given silence and his pen
Like wounds from poison draws

Weary is the warrior
Whose battlefield is love
Loss will tie him to the ground
Successes keep him just above

In goes the pain again
But unwelcome to stay
He needs to own tomorrow
And so he writes today