beautiful scars

 
the day was quiet
as my mind spin
restless and reaching
far away from a place called sin

there I saw her
beautiful angel
in her need found worthy
to go forth into the world

in the eyes of divinity
claimed new
her darkness glorious silks
covering the war's scars

running her hand over them
she became brave
each one with a story

they give her entrance
into the land
of the forlorn and the forgotten

with a knowing tongue
speaking the dialect
of these beautiful people
she boldly traverses the great divide

I turn and see this woman is me
drug addict whore
adorned with my inflictions
not downtrodden
but victorious

in these domains I traveled
conquering the pain
learning the language of it

speaking to the darkness
it answers back
beautiful Queen
walk into the light