I layed there in the dark,
waiting for perhaps a revelation.

I woke to the light,
hoping for a miracle of sorts.
For a transformation of my life,
in a way that leaves me better off.

But the truth settles in,
I can only do this with action.

A child like hope will no longer do.

I must move in life to manifest my own.
Although my dreams have lead my head,
I can no longer wish.

I have wished & wished again & again.
As if speaking with a dying breath.

I layed their In the dark.

Waiting, wishing, hoping.

However,
I see that I have to be the life change.

I woke to the light.

Times have drastically changed,
& I must come back to life,
with all the strength I have.

Its not as hard as I made it to myself,
But It will never be easy.

And that is okay,
that is the way it must be.

I can make the change that I hoped for.
I can be the change I want to see in life.

I woke to the light.

To realize that the pain is only a teacher.

A lesson in a loss,
a siren of our own misfortune.

But it is not to the end we feel the weight.

Times change & so does what hurts us.

Darkness is not there to take away light.
The Light is not there to blind us.

Darkness is simply the absence of light.

Yet a certain amount of dark is needed,
to see the stars at night

There is no bad in light or dark in nature.
It is simply how life Coexists with us.

Your darkness does pass,
as does your light.

Just as they both come back,
but neither is present at the same time.

In the end your light will be all that stays.

Realize the good in the bad.
Accept the bad in the good.

Life slows down for none,
& it's never too late to stand back up

We layed there in the dark,
to wake to the light.

Full of wrinkle and ridges,
It has a face of it’s own.
Is not appealing to look at,
and it rests on my shoulder bone.
Like a little tilted crown just resting there,
I kind of like it, when they stare.
Even though not in the way that I would want,
but it gets me attention anyway,
so why wouldn’t I flaunt?
I’m so proud of this part of me,
because it’s a reflection,
and also a memory.
When I look down at it, I smile,
It’s been the best statement to make,
it’s always in style.
Who knew I would grow to love tea so much,
especially after what it did to me,
well, I started to love what it left me with too,
a dauntingly beautiful scar, that is such.

I bleed words not blood.


So, if you hurt me. I'll scar

verses not wounds.

*Sandoval