I wear them as ornaments that mark the places I've been
They tell the stories that etched the lines on my brow
And around my mouth
They are memorials to the losses
From which at times I feared I wouldn't recover
And the victories
Made a thousand times sweeter by the heavy price
I welcome curiosity
Because many stop and stare
Or wonder at the change in how I look
And I relish the chance to tell my story
I pity those who would dare pity me
Or regard my badges of honor
As burdens or blemishes
My hair was once my glory
But I traded it for courage
It rests on my head, draping over my shoulders
It flows down my back, clothing me with nobility
Though I am at times weak in body,
Emotionally drained and mentally spent
My eyes shine with strength
My spirit is a calm pool of peace
And with sheer force of will
I am determined not to merely survive
but LIVE.
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