Never hide your scars from me.
They take nothing from your beauty.
They are reminders of your strength.
Most of your scars can’t be seen.
They lie beneath the surface,
within you,
easily forgotten when the pain that made them
demands all the attention.
I love you for all of your scars,
for the person you’ve become
through endurance.
So while I can’t perfectly name
all the hurt you carry inside,
I will love these scars
on your perfect body
I will kiss them,
name them,
love them.
And I hope they remind you,
as they remind me,
how strong
and how beautiful
you are.
About the Creator
Jesse Lee
Poems and essays about faith, failure, love, and whatever’s still twitching after the dust settles. Dark humor, emotional shrapnel, occasional clarity, always painfully honest.
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
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Comments (3)
This is so very endearing, beautiful!
WOW . I survived cancer twice. I have so many scars. I am happy to be alive AMEN
Genuinely loved this. Beautiful work 👏