Luther, Scars on My Arms

I had a golden ticket to a life of entitlement with solid family and friends,

yet I never could be happy. But I made an attempt. I have scars on my arms—

cut marks on one, burns on the other arm—and regrets deep within.

I had made an attempt.

My personality transformed from a quiet introvert, and now I reach out

to others, give my testimony, and tell my story because I have made

an attempt. At first, I moved heaven and earth to hide my secrets,

but now I have better coping skills. While I still have dark moments

of depression and anxiety,

I have more peace than before the attempt.

cloud nine

a ghost ship

to chase