I remember it like yesterday…
A miserable rainy day, it was.

My teary eyes were glued to a daunting blank page.My mind raced with thoughts of your loss. Numerous tears filled my empty coffee cup as my mind flooded with your memories.
Cinnabons, I’m haunted by the warm smell, the sweet taste, the moist texture of it. Your excessive adoration for the pastry which now turns my stomach and leaves me feeling ill.

Tortured by the sound of your awkward giggle, in response to the echo of my “angelic voice” – as you put it – YOU LIED!

Our communication barrier snipped, like a rusty, meaningless phone cord, or perhaps a case of miscommunication never to communicate again?

I stood alone, covered by the loneliness of the darkness. YOU WEREN’T THERE! Standing in the midst of a trail of flightless butterflies. A beautiful, unfinished lie you carved onto the soft surface of my weak spot. Your false words tarnished me with an unhealed scar, a scar deeper than that of an earthquake splitting the stable ground.

I closed my tired eyes to retrieve some of my unstable sanity.
I saw me, standing alone surrounded by broken fragments of our unfulfilled planned future dreams.
My soul shattered, dreams scattered, broken and scarred.
A poisonous wound sliced in my naïve hands as I tried to glue the broken pieces back together.
Like a venomous bite, I had to remove the toxins left behind. Ouch, my wounds ached.The wound of a toxic connection I viciously yanked out to retrieve my old self. A self-inflicted wound left on my aching heart.
The entrenched scar, proof that I barely made it out alive.

Whilst, life outside of my shut bedroom door went on. The sound of mother banging the rolling pin on the kitchen table as she prepared cookie dough, the smell of freshly brewed coffee slightly lifted my mood.

I open my eyes, slowly and unwillingly…
My heavy hand battled to lift the eager pen to the blank page.
I begrudgingly noted down some words and feelings, to calm the emotional storm inside of me.With every stroke of the pen, heavy tears fell.
The pain slowly diminished as the page became alive, and my wound quickly transpired into a harrowing lifelong lesson. No longer a scar of pain or hurt, but a reminder of my rebirth.
The tapping of the rain stopped as the sun peeked through the dark clouds.Its radiance glistened on the raindrops perched on the window sill.
The beauty of the scar lies within its flaw. The bravery to embrace love again with a flawed heart.