Where I am meant to be

All of these lines across my face
All the bruises and scars that I hide
The torment and pain I carry with grace
Tells a story of who I am, I am with pride.

All the mountains that I have climbed
The winding roads made me feel lost
Stumbled and fell, I got up unfeigned
Pushed and shoved ahead, leaving behind a ghost

You see the smile that's on my face
All of those words I do digress
Masks the tattered soul I choose to not embrace
Hiding the words I don't express.

But even behind this facade I lay
You see me for who I truly am
Been by my side come what may
Bring out a true smile, not a sham

But all of these stories of who I am
And these mountains I did suprass
Are then these scars just a scam
Unless I have you, turn gold from brass.

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[Mari' Emeraude]

The brooding mood of this poem has a soul all its own. Thank you for sharing.