Armor of Yesterday's Misfortunes

The more words I put down in writing, 
the lighter I feel. 
It's as if I am shedding old skin. 
Skin that has been scarred beyond repair 
and plagued with disease, 
they have proven impossible to heal. 
I have walked around with this burden 
wrapped around me like an armor - 
a hidden weapon waiting to be unleashed. 
I took pride in dragging my past 
as if it is the only way 
that can give me substance, 
give my life any meaning - 
a badge of honor that can somehow 
make me unique than everybody else, 
a magical talisman 
that can help me ward of 
any unfortunate event 
and stay protected 
from the perils of my unknowns. 
Over the years though, 
I have learned that it does not work that way. 
It even became 
my personal magnet of despair and misfortune. 

And so, here I am, trying my best

to put all my scars on paper with ink,

hoping that someday soon

I will be able to soar

and reach my destination

unburdened and finally free.