Scars

Do not falter, I see the pain
that gives voice to the joy.
Letting the world have its way
with you can whittle away
the rock that was set
by someone else.

Having the world at your feet
only prevents you
from stepping into it.
Releasing the chains
that you control
can also unlock
the truth of yourself.

Walking wounded, scars can heal
And the beauty that only you will see
can also be shared.

On my mind: the crescent moon
On my palette: 2002 Starsa, Tenuta del Portale, Basilicata
In my ears: Mirrorball (Everything but the Girl)