The reality life brings sometimes dent us with scars
I wonder most times if we would ever turn off our eyes from beholding it
The longer we live, the tougher it gets
Even those in the oceans of wealth can testify to that
The fight to let go the past for tomorrow won't even let some focus on their today
The memories hit and bang them in the ring and still fling them out for the harshness of life
Another reality is, some still lose in the process and take another step backwards in life.
What the privilege even do to the less privileged will make you wonder where you really want to belong to
The heart breaking words they throw at them is "after all I've done"
I sit back and wonder how it would have been if our Creator had decided to treat us as discarded materials
Now, social institution won't even help the life stress
The government on their side cast stones of hardship on people and the church open its door just to add vinegar on the wounds
I thought peace was the identity of Christ, but they that profess they know him are instruments of destruction
As it is now, everyone knows tomorrow.
"No one knows tomorrow" is just an archaic saying, we all know how tommorow will be, from the shadows of life today.
The only option we're left with is choice.
To chose whether to strive with the injuries or to rent a hospital bed.
Where you pay to sleep and also to be attained to.
Life is full of injuries, the scars are the evidence that you came out strong.