Battle Scars

Etchings , patiently carved into what is left of my soul. The scarred map of my journey,traversing the labyrinth of you.
Twisting, turning...misleading.
I fall into a nothingness, to land on shards of broken promises that slice their way into my wishful thinking. Leaving it to degrade and crumble into the ocean  of "What If" and "If Only".

I climb.....
I climb higher out of the valley of What Has Been....
until I stand at the precipice of Possibility.
The sun kisses my scars, scars that shed their last red tears.

The scars will forever remain, but not as a remnant of shame, but as tapestry woven by strength and patience of love.


Author - Pandora Esperanza