In my head there is a vision.

Instead of life there is death.

Cold.

Unforgiving.

I try to reach towards the stars.

Instead I rip apart my scars.

Pain.

It's engulfing. 

Fear crawls up in my heart.

Is now even the time to start?

In their head there is a vision.

Instead of dark there is light.

Bright.

Shining.

They reach towards my open scars.

and turn them into bandaged stars.

Hope.

It's inspiring. 

What was a fearful broken heart.

Is now a working piece of art.

In our heads there is a vision.

Instead of hate there is love.

Warm.

Moving.

We reach towards what could be ours.

A life of happiness AND scars.

Changing.

We are adapting.

When given a little bit of love.

People can reach to the stars above.