The wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTTThe wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTTThere are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.
W. SCOTTNothing permanent grows from comfort.
W. SCOTTWhen you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.
W. SCOTTBut maybe, maybe something good can grow from this.
W. SCOTTYes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.
W. SCOTTWe are ever blossoming.
W. SCOTTLove resides within each breath.
W. SCOTTUsing each heartbeat as a second chance.
W. SCOTTBut these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.
W. SCOTTAnd grace is still opening doors.
W. SCOTTBut what have we learnt without the chaos?
W. SCOTTI know joy as a song of the heart. And each day I seek it.
W. SCOTTWhat is my ribcage if not a prison for hope.
W. SCOTTWhat a victory it will be to taste the light again.
W. SCOTTThere is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.
W. SCOTT