Life can be a beautiful and tragic story…
Filled with adversity and untold glories.
Darkness and light, light and darkness,
Seen differently from the prism of sight.
My eyes once saw my scars as a fatal curse, a permanent reminder of melancholy.
For decades my own identity was overshadowed by replays of failures and folly.
But the scars I once wore in shame and scarlet letters…
I never knew I would one day cherish the damages and how they gave me shelter.
Life was never meant to be lived perfectly…
Once I let go, then my heart became free.