Shower of Tears

Stretching the skin of my tender body,

These memories are stained with reality. 

Life is an overwhelming force, 

Given out freely to no remorse.

The scars on my skin grow deeper through pity,

Shadowed by the cloth that hides my dignity.

A mirror cannot hide the disgrace of my erosion,

Showing the weakness of my emotion. 

A life cannot be worth living, if a soul whimpers in fear.

Due to the struggles of the past and an everlasting tear.

With resolution becoming the drink of a new found soul.

These stretched lines of anguish seem to be diminishing.

Nevertheless they'll stay as the fossils of life.

The mocks behind walls no longer cut like a knife. 

Scars gain maturity as the body becomes defined.

The man gains courage as the mind becomes unbind.

While acceptance becomes the asset that keeps a person sane,

There'll be no surprises in life if you've by now  felt the pain.

A shower of tears prevents a single being laid, 

For fear cannot be felt if it's already been fully paid.