Scars
She looks down
Upon her rising and falling chest
Where she once had no scars or blemishes
Wincing
At the blemishes and scars
That lay before her
In particular
One scar stands out
The most
It lays
Etched between her breasts
a pink, raised and wavy
looking line
It’s a scar that tells
One story
Of many
Of what
her body
Has gone through
In her almost
Fifty years
On this earthly realm
She looks down
Upon her rising and falling chest
Where she once had no scars or blemishes
Wincing
At the scars and blemishes
Laid out before her
The skin of
Her younger years
are no more
As she has aged
She has learned
That the scars and blemishes
That mark her body
Today
Tell stories
Few will ever know
She looks down
Upon her rising and falling chest
Wincing
At what she sees
But also knowing
Deep down
She has lived
And has survived