I have drawn lines on my arms.
The scars that tell a silent story.
Of indescribable pain and anguish.
Sorrow, and hopelessness.
And a story of salvation.
All that I have gone through has brought
It has prepared me for where I now am.
Given me the sight to see my strength.
I once believed none-existent.
Now proven wrong.
I once believed a man could not change.
Much less myself.
Again a still, small voice whispered to me.
Convincing me to arise and continue on.
No matter the hurt I feel from all my
From somewhere deep within.
Came the courage and the will to pick
myself up and carry on.
And much has come to avail.
When I now look at those scars on my
arms I see where I once was.
I see where I now am.
From death to life.
For I was once dead.
Now brought to life.
Not of my own accord.
But the Spirit that resides in me.
I pray that I never follow those lines back
to where I was.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY