Every once in a while
I sit down and gaze,
Not into the sky or into dreamy eyes,
But into my own body.
Given the limited years of my existence,
People would say there’s not much experience.
Little do they know,
Crying starts right from the time of birth.
Initially it’s a sign of being alive,
Slowly it turns to the want to get away.
Scars scatter themselves all through my body.
The ones on my body are fading and will continue to.
It’s a mixed feeling cause
I want to get rid of those nightmares yet I want to remember my bravery
As for the scars within, they dont fade.
They stay in my heart forever.
They cause cracks which can never be filled completely.
But with every crack, crevice and scar,
I’ve becoming stronger.
Stronger to take on the world,
Stronger to fight against injustice.
Those cracks get filled with experience.
Because I know I will always rise up
And breathe again. _
Via @mymellowcupcakestudent
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