I'm not who you think to be.
I went through hell and back lately and let me tell you
It was not pretty.
The flames burned onto my flesh leaving permanent scars.
Scars
A mark that will remind me of the adversity I went through non-stop through my whole existence
However, did I let that scar get to me?
No!
I pushed through the torment of the memories
And broke the chain that once held me captive by my own mind.
Approach me and you will notice that I act as if the scars are not there.
Because I'm not the type of person to go back and live hell again.
That's masochism!
However,I've learned to not forget what happened.
It happened and that's final.
There's no going back now
Although, there's a new chapter being written to this girl.
She's got a new attitude and perspective
She may seem pretty rude and direct but that's not her fault.
But from those horrific scars , do you know what she gained?
A beautiful glowing heart of gold.
And it was from there she realized she hit jackpot.
-Ea 12/9/17 7:43pm
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The Little Book Of Wonders
PoetrySome thoughts that come by-Ea (English and Spanish) :)