star-kissed scars

i will no longer

stare at my mirror in pity 

i hold the mirror

to my face

and smile 

some days

the voices in my head 

are screaming

some days

i find them pleading 

reality is

they search for meaning 

amplify every last feeling 

to make sure i stay breathing

some days, i think

i should spend less time regretting

more time repenting

there is no comfort in regret 

only in change 

when i look at earth 

i learn

we are so small

there  are voices 

tormenting us all 

everyone i know 

will learn how to fall

i have fallen

again

and again 

but i am learning

to throw out my hands

protect my head

shield my face

my fingers have been ripped to shreds 

but this is better, i think

than knocking out my teeth 

i am small

looking up at the sky

with pleading eyes 

begging the world 

to take away my tired 

i tell the stars

about every scar

every heartache 

i’ve felt so far 

and they spin 

in circles

above my head

they dance

and celebrate 

that i have been open 

i have confessed 

my heart is still a little broken

but in knowing this

in taking the steps to admit it

i am allowing myself 

the space to grieve it 

i find no pity, now 

when i look in the mirror

i find scars

kissed by stars 

i find an open heart

i find meaning

reasons for the feelings 

my hands may be bleeding 

but i give them plasters

it is myself 

i need to look after 

it is me

i will now look after. 

10:58am - 29/10/25