FOOD FOR THOUGHT: LIGHT

If not for these scars and mental bars who would I be?
What would you see when you look at me?
Who would speak when I raise my voice?
Whose council would I keep?
Just imagine had I made different choices, or had I not these pain filled experiences?
Would I be careless or caring, to an emotion I had no part in, or would I be daring and rude because these feelings eluded me, excluded me exclusively? Unable to identify with your struggles, having not my own troubles to tend to how would I perceive it?
If experience makes us who we are, then how can pregnancy make one woman a mother, but not another?
It would seem that there's something internal we brought to this plane, after all the lies and betrayal, droughts and hurricanes, this alone remains the same. MAYBE I'M WRONG, AND IT'S JUST ME...

And as always I AM MOSHIA' EVA POWAFUL PEN...