On most days,
I never quite like the reflection I see.
The roller coaster of emotions.
The bruises, the scars.
Unseen to the world.
Yet so obvious.
The imperfections.
The blemishes.
The ugly.
Bold and highlighted.
As if I would miss them.
Make-up and surgery.
Can they really hide them?
Switch off the lights!
Maybe it would help?
The reality is inside.
Lights on, lights off.
The heart could not lie.
Would I be able to come out?
Will I make it before it's too late?
Will I not be a disappointment?
It's still a journey...
A long, long journey...
To walk, and keep walking...
To silent the negative, and to keep trusting...
To believe that one day I would look back,
And realised I have walked THROUGH this rugged path.
