Monday, February 4, 2008

The scars of flesh mean very little,
in my eyes
when I look at the reflection in the mirror.

Bumps and bruises,
surgeries and tissue damage,
stitches and being sown together.
Creating a mysterious mosaic
that is not as enigmatic as people believe.

My scars are not me
merely a part of the perfect creation
I have been made to be.

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