How many moments in a year?
How many heartbeats? How many breaths?

Can love travel back in time &
heal a broken heart?

If I get in a plane
and travel far enough West
can I keep reliving
the same day
over and over again?
Can I get all my do-overs
and fix all my past mistakes? 

Would I do it
even if I could? 

I am the accumulation of
my mistakes & triumphs
I am
my errors & successes

I would not be the woman I am today
without the girl who stumbled & fell
who was hurt and hurt others
whose heart was broken and healed 

my scars are my pride
my mistakes are my virtue
from errors come my strength 

there is no fear left inside me
only passion
only heart

scar tissue is a remarkable thing

To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.
— Søren Kierkegaard