scars
sometimes you set back in your comfort zone,and you forget how to breathe.it is okay for you to feel like the world is smothering you at times.perfectly normal.sometimes you look back at the roads you travel,and wonder why didnt i take the other path,and you meet friends that enhance your every being,and some that ends your world.every wrinkle in your skin,and every scar on your body tells of a journey's beginning,and ending.sometimes you wake up and pinch yourself and wonder where time had started for you,and where it will end.sometimes in the coarse of the day,your thoughts,your bewilderment is all due to the path that you have created.you set admidts your convenness,and reach out with everything that you are,and sometomes feel like disappearing,then you die all over again.soemtimes you set your standards so high and let your self-esteem go so low,because the scars of life,cuts at you like the winter cold chills the bones,and you die all over again.sometimes you put on the heaviest coat,the thickest skin and go out in the world and try to not let life get you down.sometimes it does,and what do you do,you eat your way through society mishaps,and you die once more.sometimes you call out to the heartache,let it cut you,and you bleed.sometimes you spend the whole life in search of something,of someone,and you let it walk out and in ,that door,till it slams you in the face.and you die once more.sometimes you look in the mirror,and you see yourself in a different light,your eyes fade,the tightness is gone,the face begins to look worn,and you wonder where you have been and why you went there.then you look deep into those eyes that use to shine,and wonder where is the gleam,the stars.and you looked once more and you die somewheres in that reflection of the bruises that life had given you.i often look in that mirror ,and as i trace the scars of a beaten,wretched soul,i wonder if there is ever going to be a life for me.if teh scars that deminished my body now,that marks my weariness will ever see,me in a different lite,of this mirror,and then i tell myself.it is all i am ,and this heart i have was given to me by God,and he has taken my life,breathe into it,and gave me back me.I walk a different journey.i have seen many scars,and i live with many upon the flesh that feeds me.yet i am here,and i see the world in a different way.i have no clue where my own journey shall end,maybe under a warm cover,maybe in the arms of my lover,maybe in the darkness of the night,or the middle of the day.maybe my last breathe will be takened at the waters edge,or as i dance my last dance.maybe i will close my eyes and just go to sleep,and maybe i will be in agony and pain of those i have hurt along the way.i have no clue where my journey will end.i do know,that i have many i have came to know,and called friends,and they,I will carry in my heart to the heavens,and i will watch over them,as they have me.i have many scars upon this wretched flesh,and i have seen the look in the eyes,that have seen this mar soul.setting in the water to cleanse away such agony,doesnt cleanse the deep cuts,just soothes the outer blemishes.then you die once more,and the scars,well they belong to someone else now.
