A Scientific Creation

Forever. Among the others . . . Crawling up my leg. A shark-bite? No. A deep slice Into the juicy insides Of a pale, goose-bump-covered watermelon. Sticky juices once oozing from its edges. A single scar. That came to be in my sleep. As my anesthesia faded The feelings sharpened. It means nothing! But this nothing will never disappear. To a friend- It's a reminder of my pain, something they will never understand. To me- It is an addition to the collage Countless surgeons have been carving upon my hip. A scientific creation, Artwork that cannot be erased. To others- It is no more than a deformity. A reason for me to cry. They don't see what I see. I see a piece of art. A beautiful, unique Permanent Scientific creation *This is a poem I wrote shortly after having my 8th hip surgery. I've been bullied before because of the surgical scars I have and I hope that you too can look at a scar as a piece of art-something unique that comes with a story. Scars make you an individual, not ugly.