Photo by Margaret Myers |
Scarred for Life
When you look unto my portrait what at first do you see?
A picture of health and strength...
Or a scar that illustrates me?
I’ve tried to embrace it and call it my own.
But when I look into the mirror...
I feel so alone.
For with this scar I fear the worst.
A life without love...
To which I’m cursed.
Confidence and attraction I once possessed.
A wealth of self- esteem...
Lost to the scar upon my chest.
Passage of time brings greater strength and wisdom.
While with these new lungs I inhale...
Comes a wonderful breath of freedom.
Acceptance has settled
My world is all brand new
I now see things in an entirely different view
It consumes me with pain no longer nor fills me with rage
A symbol of victory and survival...
My scar is my Badge of Courage for which I will hold on to
As I grow to an improbable age.
So when I look unto my portrait what at first do I see?
Not just another scar...
But a Man that illustrates me.
Anthony Diprofio
Perspective
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