Caress the scars,

Caress the physical embodiment of my aching agony and,

Drink in the outlet of my unbearable anguish

Startled by the subtle screaming of my inexorable madness

Attend to the cyclical whispers ransacking my sanity

Caress the scars,

Caress the metaphorical embodiment of my failures and,

Embrace the bruises of my breakdowns

Startled by the outcry of my wrath

Attend to the voice pestering me to give up

Love the scars,

Love the unhealed pieces of myself and,

Nurture the beacon of hope cultivated within me

Startled by the sound of encompassing darkness crumbling

Attend to the voice of your inner strength fueling up your heart

Finally,

Embrace the scars and,

Reach for the stars by the end of the tunnel