Questions and Answers

this is it.

Can you look through me?

Can you see the pieces, trying to make themselves whole again.

Do you see the scars below the surface?

The ones I've tried to hide for so long?

Well you can't anymore, because I'm stronger.

Those pics are mending themselves slowly, but surely.

Those scars have been opened and are no longer full of shame but full or pride.

I'm not longer hiding me or my scars.

Because,
I have survived.

Can you see the beaten, crying child of my past?

Can you see me hiding in the corner scared?

Do you see what I have tried to hold in?

Can you see the feelings of being abandoned I felt, when I was left behind so many times?

I'm no longer beaten, but brave, I have tears of happiness.

I'm standing tall in the front yelling "I am me!"

I have released my hold on the secrets of my past.

Those feelings no longer haunt me, but empower me.

Because,
I have surived.