I could leave that part of my life concealed.
A shameful chapter of chaos, unspoken.
A secret to be kept in my heart,
Guarded by four roaring lions
And six stinging scorpions.
A Pandora’s box watched day and night,
Behind lock and key.
Not to be spoken about.
But I won’t.
For though it creates a peculiar pattern
In the tapestry of my life
I cannot deny it’s brilliance
I cannot deny it’s lessons
Through the pain came polish
From the beast came beauty

And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again