The Scar

I don't sit around, or walk here and there, ensconced in fear. But for lack of a better term, I fear that I am too lost and inexperienced when it comes to matters of the heart.

I'm a sweet and kind person; I care deeply for my loved ones (can one care too deeply?). But my self-editing and worry and insecurities get in my way... (Old mechanisms learned from childhood experiences.)

I'm ready to let them go. I am ready to love myself as I am, release the scar, and soar.