The Scar

Day 17 of the 30 Reblogs of November and a poem that is a reminder to myself that however bad it may seem I will get through it.

Made of sticks and stones

Scar pic

I’m love,

I’m hate,

I’m experience,

I’m the scar.

 

I laugh,

I cry,

I’m the crashing wave,

I’m the power.

 

I build,

I burn,

I’m going nuclear,

I’m the stars.

 

I’ll live

I’m strong.

Made of sticks and stones

Beyond harm.

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