A line etched in flesh – straight and true
To mark the beginning of the end
The end of closed eyes
The end of closed heart
My soul expands to fill the space
Given willingly by extracted poisonous flesh
My voice rises for the first time unrestricted
My light shines through an unblocked path
So much more than a line etched in flesh
Fading now – but only to others
I will always see
The Beauty of a Scar
Wow!
<3 Helen.
Beautiful xx
Thanks Clare!
WOW.
Tears in my eyes….my heart open…. I feel you….
Scars united Beautiful one.
Thank you xox
Thanks Jenny, so glad it resonated. So glad u can see the beauty of your scar. Xx
Yep … the beauty of a scar. I can only imagine, and be honoured to be let into some of the depth of, what this means for you. <3
Thanks Ellie. I truly believe that it is important to honour it by sharing. Xx
Beautiful Lisa. I completely relate. I was born with brittle bones and have had numerous operations on my legs. I have a scar running down the side of each leg from hip to lower thigh and I have never tried to hide them. They are a part of me. They tell my story.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem x x
Thanks Nicola, that sounds like an incredible story – what a challenge and how wonderful that you have accepted and appreciated them too. x