SCARS ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Scars : They are a testament to injury, proof of survival and, at times, as indiscernible as a line etched delicately along the crevice of an eye. Although not all mar the physical appearance, they are all there, emotionally and mentally etched upon the skin like a latticework of fragmented memories and barely-remembered moments. As badges of both honor and dishonor, scars are forever, branded on the heart, and as time continues, we soldier on, somehow stronger. It was an earlier morning Wednesday May 4, 2011 inflicted a wound like none other, reaching inside of me and tearing out what was left of my beating heart. It was the day I shattered to a million pieces without a hope in the world to piece it back together. It was the day I lost my MOTHER! !! ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ I’m not sure how one describes the jumble of emotions, the racket of wailings ...