SCARS

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I stand before a mirror naked…
Like a tree the storms of life has beaten yet over and over again….
Gently I observe, the scars all over me…
Some bold and physical
Others faint and deep in psych…

I look intently at each scar and I notice a story etched to every single one…
Some stories of bravery like the veteran who fought in WWII…
Others of a second chance granted by life…
Some of what could have been had certain choices been flipped over…
Others a confirmation of the reality that stands before their very eyes…

These marks convey deep tacit messages…
Speaking out boldly on one’s behalf…
Giving windows into one’s peculiar struggles so far…
Whether on the bright or the dark side…

However, they’ve become one’s identity…
The very dots connecting one’s life…
Giving meaning to the whole journey…
Bringing form to one’s void state…

Like a good carpenter knows that the tree with the most scars produce the finest furniture…
These scars give beauty to one’s being…
Don’t keep them in the dark again…
Resolve and let them speak…

~ Alli ~

Written by: Alli Oluwatomisin Farouk

“IT CAN ONLY GET BETTER”

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