Ink Stained Soul…

Exposed. That is how I feel. When I have to recount my injuries. The scars that are not what define me but are part of who I am. Every hit my body took. There, exposed in contrast and film. Cracks covered by my will to change the cover. And yet, just under the surface, my brokenness is there. Lying in the dark with tears streaming down my face for hours is a different ache than the nights the wounds came. The results similar… Alone to heal with no one keeping me safe. No protection, just my resilience and grief for the girl who must walk alone.