Let’s look at what I wrote two years ago 🤓🤓
I sat in the ashes, looking at the wounds that so lazily tried to metamorphose into scars, of all that was left of self imposed stabs and hurts.
I pressed each of all with grace, closing eyes, anticipating the pain that existed not. I winced at the slightest feeling, but there was no pain.
“Move out of the ashes. “
“Move out of the ashes.”….
More of the poem at The Tears of My Scars