When you can’t see anything
but the scars on your pallid skin,
remember they were battle marks
from an endless war against finding self-worth.
Remember the time
when you told yourself this will be the last time
but it always wasn’t
and it is okay
because having to stop never meant victory.
Remember the way
your reflection’s gaze trace
the imperfection of your body in the mirror
and you see disgust on the face
that once belonged to your parents
but remember how those face had smiled
when they first heard your melody.
Remember how your eyes
never fail to shed a tear
before shutting the world out,
it was a pearl of peace.
Remember when somebody tells
you that your are not enough for them
because those are the times
when you know you are enough for yourself.