They say we all live with scars, but some of us live with open wounds that never truly heal, they flare up sometimes and bleed all over again. But we learn to accept them as part of who we are. It is possible to feel happiness, to take joy and to laugh out loud while still living with wounds with nothing but a couple of self-sewn stitches to prevent them from splitting apart anew.
Make your oddities, your eccentricities, your little imperfections your trademark, that which makes you stand out as a unique and interesting individual, someone who draws the world’s attention and reflects it right back in the form of light.
As every leaf has its own particular hue,
So have days,
Golden or filled with sorrow, falling side by side
But when a child plays in those leaves,
They all bring equal joy
To that child’s one day.
We are the forerunners of courage
blossoming above the snow
from star-sown fabled ports
we rise into a brave undaunted dawn
sweet with the breath of our bloom
we curl over the greying shores
like pulsating gleams of Light
we fall through cracks of stone