I have known firsthand-
What heartbreak,pain and disappointment feels like.
Oh we used to be bedfellows.
Growing up feeling unloved-
I searched for it in all the wrong places.
I look at myself and I see the scars from wounds-
Wounds that cut so deep its pain lingered for months.
The scars which show where I have been,
Where you picked me from,
Scars which brought tears to my eyes when I remember the past.
But I weep no more.
Oh no I don’t.
Because through them I found You.
I found Love itself.
© Diana Atuahene 2017