Hey guys, I hope you read in between these lines, I pray you find your own meaning and most importantly, I pray you find strength.
Piece by piece
Wound by wound
Scar by scar
Scattered and ugly to the outside world
But I would trace them in my mind
Yes I would trace them
I would run my hands through the ones that could be seen and like tales by moonlight, I would sit my soul down and let its mind carry us through the journey.
Sometimes the pitch was just the right tone
Other times it dropped
Some told me I was damaged.
Some said my story was a fable
Others said it was not a new tale.
Some said others story were far more interesting.
Maybe I was all the things they said of me
Maybe I truly was damaged and broken
But then again…
Just maybe, I was becoming.