my renaissance

SCARS

If you had a twin,
If nature ever photocopied you,
And set your doppelganger before me,
I’d still know it wasn’t you,
Because he won’t wear your scars like you do.

I never liked them much, your scars,
But you wore them with such happiness, such pride,
They grew on me,
As I fell in love with you,
I fell in love with your scars. 

These don’t deface me, you’d say,
They define me.
These scars tell that there’s more to me than meets the eye,
They all tell a story,
A story that is instrumental to my person,
Sure, I’d be more beautiful without them,
But the experience gotten from them has made me beautiful on the inside.

No, your scars are not beautiful,
But you make them beautiful,
And you are beautiful,
No one can ever wear your scars better than you.

So if you ever had a twin,
If nature ever photocopied you,
Whoever would never be as beautiful as you are,
Because he wouldn’t have your scars.

___________

To everyone one out there with scars; both physical and emotional. 

Psalm 139:14 KJV- I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

Next post: Tomorrow. 

A.N.T.I.C.I.P.A.T.E

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