Honest Questions

There's beauty bursting from within Treasure inside the old weathered tin Faith's still growing , though the branch is dried out and withered  And though my scars are covered   Their stories don't die  No they just accumulate  Like balls of snow Rolling down a hill Layers of collected scraps  In between the perfection of the Snow White There's beauty bursting from within  But will it ever be recognized  Seen for what it is? Uncovered in their nudity and truth The wounds that remain Those that form the innermost part of me Branches unpruned that yet can reopen wounds  Vines covering the beauty within a solitary  soul  I'll let it go for you  I'll let it go for a chance to  for a chance to experience the things I've never felt or seen For wounds to be healed  Pain relieved , anxieties released Placing my trust in higher things  Only God knows what will be of this story