A scar
Dances along my body
From breast to spine
A scar of life
A scar
A smear of ink
Black birds in the flight of freedom
A word…
A word of bold Strength
A disfigured face
Upon my lip
Lies a scar
One that made
Something broken whole again
A scar of fun
Placed with the lightest of touches
On my skin
It is one
That was won in an accident
A scar of adventure
Of trying new things
A bike ride
With a scar attached
My body
It hold many things
Many different scars
One that saved my life
One to keep me strong and free
And…
One that hold my façade in place
The others
Gotten during times
Of love
Fun
Adventures
A body
My body
A scar
My scars
Each says something
Whether
It is a story
Of pain and loss
Of happiness and love
They mark us forever
We…
I will carry them
On my body
With pride and power
And never with shame or distaste
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Author:
Frances.Zacharias97 (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2016 22:04
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is very personal. It was written at a time when I was struggling with how to love myself.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Deeply personal. Difficult to deal with. Nice job.
Very well written...I hope you found some peace. Great work
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