johncoyote

Scars on my body I’ve been afraid to share
If you would reject me, I couldn’t bear
I try all I can to heal the unloved and damaged
but the scars of my life let my freedom banished

Scars on my soul I’ve been afraid to share
If you would in truth turn out not to care
I try to heal the distorted, the needy vanity
but the scars of my life throws me into insanity

Scars in my heart I’ve been afraid to share
If you of my loneliness became aware
I try so hard to heal the void in my heart
by loving my scars, to love them as art

Thanking the scars for playing their part
In showing me where I from love am apart
For their unspoken ability to tell me the truth
“We, your scars, are your story but not truly you”