Dear Avie,
My scars remind me of the past.
I carry them now on my back.
Trekking through hills with this weight upon my shoulders.
It will only get harder as I get older.
My scars grow deeper into my skin.
Making their permanent marks.
Is this the price I pay when destiny is calling my name?
I’m trying to open up my eager eyes.
Give me something for me to believe in.
Right now I’m just living to breathe.
My breath is running out.
Please come and help me find a way out.
Xoxo- Mommy
