We all bear Scars…
We live. We grow. We feel. We learn. We don’t…
We get hurt, burned, cheated.
We get loved, cared for, praised.
We make mistakes.
The scars form.
Some of them are paper cuts
Others are ugly reddish-brown masses that run through our heart and soul.
We heal or we don’t
Scars get softer or get sharper
Some of them dissolve
Others become our crutches
How many paper cuts does it take for us to learn?
How many deep and ugly scars does it take for us to soar?
Who can heal them all?
Who can make us whole again?
We are lucky if we grow old and have only surface scars to show off…
Svetlana Tishchenko 