Scars

living, breathing-

Screaming Out.

silent......quiet

beating Loud.

 

the questions Whirling

the Self Doubts,

the eyes once blinded;

        opening now..

 

the Scars, the Lies

tearing at   my    soul

lying still, hidden, Below

 

one day Sailing

til' Drowning found-

despair lying on trodden ground

 

hope still clings

for dreams don't Die

                 and I am

standing, standing Alive.

 

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