I'm A Scattered Compilation of Blue Craters

There's a blue crater on my desk.

It's small.

Remarkable insignificant. Just a dent, basically.

But some student that sat here before me

took the time to carve this little dishonorable hole.

And so I thought

Is my heart like that?

Not my actual organ

Not the icky blood-pumper

But

The spiritual center

The sector usually hidden so deeply inside of people that they just can't find it

even with their gurus and pastors.

I thought,

Do I have craters?

Has a person taken the time

to carefully and precisely

chip away at me?

Sure, there are casual chasms

in my heart

And accidental ice-skater scratches

on my heart

But has there been intentional damage?

And is that always bad?

Because I think this blue dimple

Adds character.

And dang it,

These acne marks

Are battle scars.

These unfeminine callouses 

Are testaments to my hard work.

I have little blue craters all around

and within

me.

And those flaws are what make me flawless.