Scars

Down here, you have to be aware of everything, words can mislead, ignorance can make you bleed.
Everybody has them, you just have to know where to look, and how to see. These ones, they're from riding the Horse too long, really bad times. This one, right here, taught me to watch their hands, always keep track of their damn hands. These show that even a Grandma will fight for her own, and some people use weapons, even if they're not fighters, when it is important enough. But these are surface, easy to spot, to some, they are a badge, to others, embarrassing. But look right here, can you see them? In the eyes. This one, this is when I lost my faith, when hope was killed. That one? It was when I realized how cheaply someone would sell me. The big one, right here, in the eyes, but so close to the heart, that is disillusionment, from finally seeing the world as it is, not what "they" say it is. That one never heals, sometimes it still weeps. But all of them are signs of growth, signs of strength.
Can you see them? Do you know where yours came from?

Sanctuary

We are all here, runaways, thrown away, left alone so much, we ran away. Left to our own, left with our pain, hating those people, despising the game.
But we came together, we chose each other, the few, made our own families, started anew. We built our lives and made our homes, not with brick or stone.
In these walls, we are safe, we have time. We run to each other and hold one another.
We all have secrets, and hide some shame. But here, together, we are all the same. Equal with each other, share our burdens, and our joys.
In these walls, we have peace, In these walls, there is sanctuary.