![]() ![]() ![]() Scars are permanent I will never feel the relief from them. When the actions of a soulless killer forces sorrow into my veins I never dreamed the man healing my wounds would be the one to leave the worst scar. ![]() When life drowns you in its cruelty you don’t know which way the current will drag you or who you’ll become once you re-surface. When nothing is making sense I’m forced to face truths I never would recover from. When a job turns bad quickly altering my life forever I’m forced to feel. Her light so bright she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. I didn’t want to feel, didn’t want this woman in my life complicating how I lived but she was there at every turn. Maybe that’s true about me but whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn’t possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn’t take her life. They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. ![]()
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