#392-Dare to reach

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.