I sat stirring occasionally in the dark ,
Hopping I could change time and battle fate.
It turns out we were not meant to be.

It turns out,I was made to beautify
My heart with the scars of the past.
I have seen first hand what it's like to
Bleed.
But I walked in knowing fully well
I would end in pain.

The beauty of my pain was not
Planned with a destination
But it ended with purpose.

It ended in molding love
Lost led to value
Emptiness led to holding on
And hollow fate led to an unpredictable
Future

In all this one thing remain
The beauty of my pain molded
Me to be the perfect dream for
Many.

Now I'm scarce on the market.
I am love molded out of pain.

~BeNelly~