Scars Poem by Lilyann Monahan

How does one awaken, with sunrise flourishing pitch black?
crawling through the darkness, scabbed knees, the proof of lack.
How I'd admire a hacienda, I'd breathe in brilliant flame of light.
And the many scars that assaulted me, would heal with the dark of night.
Instead of life controlling me, I'd be blessed with knowledge, without fright.
I'm beginning to hear the concept, that to have it all, just ask,
an almost impossibility when you don't trust anyone, they wear a mask.