Mom always said
You reap what you sow
Maybe god mixed up my garden

How can I fight when there’s no longer something to refute
What I thought could be
Had crashed down from the skies
Leaving me on the ground
Laying next to shards
Fragile remnants of a previous magic
Hope

Of all the things I imagined myself doing
This was not one
For I lacked the creativity to believe I would fail
And overflowed on the confidence that I deserved better
What a fool I was
To believe that life would favour me

No matter how much I try to push past you
I can’t
Physically, I’m unable to walk away
Incapable of accepting the new me
Something is holding me back
Yet I refuse to believe I’d stay
Not for something this dark
Maybe there’s no glimmer of light
After all

They say scars are ugly.
They tell us to cover it up as if it's shameful to have one.
But scars are proof that we overcame a battle,
And though we had been wounded,
We survived.

The stories behind scars proved that
We did not stay in ruins after chaos.
We got up and started to build an upgraded version of ourselves.
And those scars are reminders that
We can grow stronger throughout our journey.

Each scar deserves a place in this life.
So we can look back at it
As if one looks at a masterpiece displayed in the finest museum.

Today,
I don't feel at ease.
What was anticipated, extinguished.