Happy new month people!
The night does not control the sky, the sky controls the night.
My scars do not own me, I own my scars.
Some fade away, some do not
Like the night clouds they mean you no harm, but are
a fright to behold, an aroma to avoid. Like mercaptan full glands
they come to my defense, resisting the intolerant, defeating the fainthearted
testing your fortitude.
The night does not control the sky, it gives expression to the musing sky
My scars do not own me, they express lessons of blissful ignorance.
They should have changed me, but I yield them in my favor.
Daily prompt scars.