I wish I never knew what it was like to think I was not enough.

It was all a lie to hurt and stunt the growth of what was always more than enough.

Lies the child within held in their heart.....they were lashings, beatings, and arrows fired by one's tongue. The heart lied there bleeding the damage unseen. The child within crying out with a voice unheard. The invisible child that the parents forsook. Little girl come forth for you are a fighter and have always been mightier than you did look. You are special young child. You are dear. Those chain that kept you captive you have broken. You my child are free to speak. All the beautiful words you had left unspoken. You my beautiful child are now seen and loved. Your beauty shine through for you are not ordinary, but extraordinary. You have survived and now it is time to live.....so fly my child fly. Soar my child soar. For you are capable of so much more than all that you have lived........your scars are not ugly. They are beautiful for they show that you are alive and that you have lived........so be free my child free to show the world how to feel. For my child you are the purest they come....You look with your heart and see others pain......You do not see flaws, but see the beauty that lies behind the darkness. The potential of all that that person could be and you see the beautiful scars......and you tell them they have always been enough.