UNSEEN SCARS

From dust to dawn I wonder through the very depth and deepness of my mind as I ponder my silent thoughts that continue to walk through the very stairway of my mind, pulling at very equation of my heart of hearts revealing the mere depth of my unseen scars that go deeper than deep but yet I refuse not to speak about the pain and hurt that goes deep. For it is out of my fear I try to hide my scars with a smile upon my face but yet those who know what hurt and pain feels like and be like, see right through me as they see what goes unseen through my attempt to hide my silent tears as I hold my head down into the palms of my hands to hide what I wish not to be seen. But yet it is here at this lowest point in my life I begin to understand the true meaning and the full impact that love will have upon the mind and the heart and my spiritual growth of my soul of my souls, for it is here at this point I know I must let go of what is no more and move on to reach a higher goal for what is ones trash is another ones treasure of riches worth more than silver and gold.