Let my wounds be my teachers

 

Poem unknown and image Martha Di Giovanni

Let my wounds be my teachers,
Let my monsters be companions 

Let my pain be my guide,

To the loneliness inside.

 
I stop making choices,
Turned my back to the truth,
Let it all happen to me,
Lost the best of my youth.

I learned to be loyal
To things which would betray
My heart, my mind, my spirit
My right to a clean, clear way.
 
Let my bruises be my advisors,
Let my scars be my guide,
Let my pain teach me truly,
How to be on my own side.