I made my skin into a mountain range
With carefully sculpted mountains
Equal spaces apart
Cutting through the landscape of my thighs
Deep valleys
Slowly morphing into the highest peaks
Ever changing
But never leaving
Each ridge a monument to my pain
And a testimony to my resilience
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some people will say that your scars will devalue you. I think it's the opposite. They simply add another layer of complexity, which makes for a way better view in the end. Don't let them convince you otherwise
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is okay.Sadly I don't know what it is about.It seems unfinished
This is about self harm and the scars it leaves behind
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