some think me a blessing.
they admire me, always wanting me in their grasp. they are insatiable in their insecurity.
they want me to feel whole again.
i have watched blood be spilt because they did not have me.
i have seen mirrors shatter to pieces because i was not there.
i have seen people turn on one another in my name.
some call me a curse.
they slander me, calling me a sin, saying that everything i touch falls to ruin.
but i have no mercy, no sense of wrong or right. i bless who i deem worthy.
i bless those who do not take me for granted, who appreciate everywhere i hurt them before.
i bless those who have scars on their body they do not wish to hide.
i bless those who know how far they have to fall.
so what you think me, curse, blessing, it does not matter.
all that matters is what you see in yourself.