BEAUTIFUL SCARS

"Here I am staring down the barrel of a gun. My heart is racing. Am I scared? No! I am super excited."

Wow! I almost can't believe i have been away for three months. I wish I could write about all my experiences while i was away but... Let's just say for most of the time, I was sitting on the ground, crying about the new boy in the area that stole my pen while I conveniently forgot I could easily get another one. All I had to do (first) was STAND UP... And "Stand up" I did and that's why you are reading this.
This post is actually a little weird because it's a mixture of different thoughts combined in one post. I hope you don't get lost in the flow. Lol.
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My back ached as I made the journey uphill in the desert bearing such heavy burden. Every time I thought it was the "last straw", a storm came and blew part of my burden away giving me momentary relief. No! Life wasn't done with me yet and I obviously wasn't done with it either. I'd take one more step, give one more smile and live one more day...

We all have our breaking points. What's yours? How close are you to reaching it? Don't quit just yet. Let your scars propel you to fight still and in time, you'll be able to display them as trophies.
N.B: Complementary poem loading. Watch out!
©Nikoslexie 2018

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