From Scars To Stardust

Isn't our life like the moon?

Always changing,

Weaving through endless phases.

Though we may feel stuck in our own space,

Yet life persists, never stopping in its race.

Time heals everything,

Yet scars linger,

Always reminding us.

They remain etched upon our souls,

But we choose the tales their presence unfolds.

Should we tie them to old nightmares and never let go?

Or give them a new meaning, a shimmering glow.

For it's within us, the power to decide,

To release the past, where nightmares reside.

We are us, with stories left to unfold,

Turning scars into lessons forged with gold.

Letting them shape us but not define our worth,

For it's in our hands to create our rebirth.