Healing Souls

Scars and freckles dusted her skin like stars. They mapped places nobody goes, traced roads no one else knows, told stories no soul could transpose.

These were for her shoulders alone to bare. A world made by her pain, a map hidden beneath layers of cloth and lies. No one tracks the lines, from her eyes to her nose, from cheeks to chin, from skin to air to ground, worn from years upon years of the uncontrollable tears, shed only when she was locked alone.

Closed doors and hidden aches. Would anyone care enough to follow the paths left in her wake as she carves into herself. To see what lay beyond her smiles and sparkling eyes.

"What a curse, to be ever understanding, and never understood."

"But imagine being understood, and being unable to do the same? I would rather suffer alone than be understood as a person who couldn't understand,"