#392-Dare to reach
27/08/2018
Scars.
Stains.
Imprints.
Some things,
I carry,
Walking through life’s journeys.
And on days,
When I find it hard to breathe,
Chest heaving,
Mind boiling,
Feelings drowning,
I look in the mirror.
To see color, and
Remember.
Life is close by.
Within reach.
In me.
