From scars come lessons

Insomnia helps... a lot.

The scars I carry,

My wounds,

They are my badges,

Like medals of honor they stand,

Proud and fine,

Proving what I have lived through,

Been through,

What I am truely capable of,

They serve as lessons learned,

Lessons that people have taught me,

The only way to learn was the hard way,

The tears all worked as my rain,

It washed away all the pain,

Left me free to shine,

If only for a short time,

It gave me my release,

Finally setting me free,

This life I lead is now my rainbow,

This is my sunny day.

Reviews

[Mariana Silva]

Excellent use of imagery, it was pleasant and smooth. It had a natural rhythm that added to your subject thus making it an easy read. Great Job!