Endless battles and deep wounds sleep silently within

as I search for myself in my long journey towards life.

Each memory was carved from some pain under my skin.

Each permanent lesion reminds me of a dramatic strife.

Some tears, some losses, some laughs, some scars

and here I am again as strong as I could possibly be,

sighing with love poems, flowers and shooting stars,

learning from the cruel past to find God hidden in me.

Karla Bardanza

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