Second Chance

My tired heart rumbles like distant thunder exploding in my soul And all my emotions lose control at once My thoughts are scrambled in the maze and mayhem of me And in the middle of the madness I finally see the real me Like peeling an onion I peel away the layered scars Removing stains and pains Until I reach my own embryo cocooned And waiting For the emergence of my true birth, a new self worth I open these primitive eyes to brand new skies and my first new thoughts are " Will I be loved this time. "