You can’t see my scars
For they are not physical
Mine run deep like the ocean
Into voids of the unknown
Born from the identity of others
But left to rot along the way
Like so many abandoned kids
Trying to find their way in the dark
No one to guide them
Living their life
One mistake at at time
Until something beckons them to be better
To survive the ridicule
And emerge greater only for their own well being
It maybe a person a sport an idea
That incites their survival instinct
Who knows ......
But you have to be kind to yourself
And understand sometimes
Your direction is but the reaction of others
And destiny can only be resurrected
Once you see through the fog
Others call life .........