Bluecusp Creative


Do you recognize these scars? The darkness lights them up from inside Bright as cherry moonbeams Craters and pock marks Some self inflicted, many undeserved These wounds, you feel them too Since you carried them for me Across the healing waters I wear them now as a badge of honour They have become my greatest gift For an orphaned world. © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.