At every break of dawn
Begins a new day of hustles,
A ground for new battles
As we grope into the unknown,
Together, yet somehow still alone.
We struggle with our needs
And hide our shameful deeds,
Things we have said or thought,
That we are proud of not.
Under the draining weight of our guilt,
We carry the yoke that we built,
That we can neither hold our heads high
Nor can we raise our eyes
To send our prayers to the skies,
For self-forgiveness is not nigh.
Sometimes we build bridges
Across undeserving ridges.
They leave us wounded and crying
Bitterly and tirelessly trying
To shield our bleeding heart
From more rejection and hurt.
Truth be told as it is,
We have all gone through tunnels like these
Where loneliness and insecurity reign
And our tears fall like the rain
That we yearn to fly like a dove
In search for the care and love
We desperately need to redeem
And struggle with our self-esteem
Scaling our souls for a chance
To begin self-acceptance.
We are wrong
To think we are barred
From keeping our spirits strong
Even when our efforts are marred.
We rise up after our falls
Tear down obstructing walls
And reach for the stars
Even if we are covered in scars
Because with each passing day
Scars fade away.0