We bear a cross of denial.  We are tarnished by its effects to the soul.   We diminish ourselves to be blinded by the naked eye so that others do not see our scars.

Fearfully living each day as though tomorrow’s promise beams brighter.  We are complex; ever-changing and damaged.  We strive for perfection through clouds of smoke.  Once upon a time, this was all just a distant memory.  Now, our reality.

The scorpion takes charge.  It strikes an unknowing victim; much like we live our lives in secret.  For if our truest self became relevant, we could no longer be the powerful lurking over our prey.

We gain our strength at other’s demise.  We position ourselves higher than necessary in order to portray perfection; all while disguised in shadows of brokenness.