Tell Me a Story

February 11, 2015

With each scar

We define who we are

Each part

A piece of our heart

Each incision

A different decision

Each burn

A singular turn

We took to become

Who. We. Are.

We may not always be on course

But we are always on par

We have come so far

And need to go further

But

For now

We are who we are

And I can tell you my story

With each fading

Scar

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