Lines

Deep, red, angry

Reminders

The raised lines on my hips

That are of my own making

These lines burn and pull

As I walk

As my muscles expand

And contract

The constant pain

My teather to reality

The one thing that keeps 

Me from going insane

Words escaped me

These lines were all I had

A manifestation of 

My internal struggle

I became another person

A stranger in my own skin

Unrecognizable in the mirror

I threw myself into 

My work by day

And created more 

Lines by night

A cry for help that 

No one heard

But as time has passed

The lines have faded

From ugly, raised scars

To faded, white lines

A reminder of who I was

What I overcame

And where I'll never 

Go back

My lines are not battle wounds

Merely a piece of my story

They have shaped me

Into the human I am today

Stronger than before

And better for it