Witness my scars
and see the beautiful,
the goodness
and the constant
attempts of better.
Does it inspire you too?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Witness my scars
and see the beautiful,
the goodness
and the constant
attempts of better.
Does it inspire you too?
Seeker of redemption
to taste the freedom
away from guilt,
away from self-hatred,
will you realise then
the friendships around you
are real?
See my broken
and understand
how strong I’ve been
to live through this
and find a real
happiness
I didn’t find when
whole.
Dance through
my childhood
with words repeated
so often they lost meaning.
Now older ears listen
and cry,
understanding
for the first time
why they had
touched your soul
and left you
sat alone.
Remember a moment
you decided to change
and forged a new life,
forgetting loneliness
and allowing love
to touch you,
even if it
wasn’t to last.
Redefine your fate
away from idle
self-loathing
into an action
you can stand by.
Begin to
respect yourself
a little.
Eyes on hats,
sleeves
and buttons
for the sin
of always watching
but never reacting.
Will they ever disappear?
Do you want them to?
Redemption
has freed you
into loneliness
so past wounds
are longed for
during the time
you had pain
and purpose.
Rise early
to gain more time
and cut out rest,
has it left you
more fulfilled?
Or just tired?
Touch the darkness
and explore a world
thst usually hides
and is forgotten.
Can you be
surrounded
and still
feel light’s touch?
Even when sight
has left your world?