Abandonment is a laminate over my heart. It’s suffocating, it can’t breathe. But the blood is still pumping fiercely in all these scars I got, can’t you see. They have life, even though I have killed them desperately. Scars are like loud roars from a lion, they demand respect, an ear, attention, even infiltrate your mind causing delusional thinking. But is it really delusional? Ha! We’ll just have to entertain to figure it out.
I don’t think fighting like this is what life’s all about. The scars can be seen as stars, but it has to be dark like charcoal to see them pierce the sky. Scars illuminate only after they burn. They are prepared, seasoned, and molded in the churn. It’s my turn to embrace these scars. Scars from love, hate, church hurt, and what I thought was fate. Scars from friendships, dealerships, situation ships, and commitments. They are all scars, that one must bare. Do it with care or loose lips and wild hair? I don’t know, but the people are watching, measuring the depths of your scars and the behavior displayed only for disregard. They have prepared a script for you and desire for you to be a character on their ship.
Oh but it’s sinking and it’s going like quick sand, but who’s there to hold my hand? I have carried these scars. Shared through my behavior how heavy they can be, but now I’m ready to relinquish my expected duty to continue to carry, I want to be healed and truly bury what has infiltrated my life and caused me so much strife. These scars! The scars that were inflicted upon me caused me to be a human unrecognizable at times, but I’m done giving them life, this time is time, they die a slow painful death. I’m funeralizing these scars and waiting for them to rise in a new way on a new day, just like he did. Are you with me?!
Scars are seen and unseen, but they never go away. We just know how much power we give them, so that we stay grounded. I’m prepared to let them go and the idea of what they mean to me. It requires a lot of patience, believing and talking to your higher power. Using them for your good and choosing to see a better outcome. You aren’t alone it’s a battle we’re all fighting or have fought alone! But I’m here and there’s more where I come from! Today is the day, make a decision, write it down, bury it, burn it, and band it. Funeralize those scars and celebrate at the repast. Fried chicken and check soda Saturday. You coming? The scars are turning into stars…
Thanks for reading.
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