When I was young I was so shy
Insecure, afraid of my own shadow
Yet, people seemed to take to me
Mentors, teachers, encouraging and kind
Reaching, stretching, overachieving came
naturally, my own worst enemy, my own
competition...
Skinny, almost anorexic, then pain set in
the weight went another direction, it was
a saving grace...being ugly was my goal
Being able to disappear, vanish, be phantomlike
was what I thought would be protection
Who I saw in the mirror was not who others
seemed to see... How could they think I am pretty
When all I see is flaws and failure within myself
In spite of the negatives, success seemed to be
my legacy, never stopping, reaching, running
away from who I am, afraid...they'd discover
under the surface, the scars, the ugliness, the
disfigurements, the tolls that poor health came
to be, while on the outside, one could not see
the real me.... the scars were hidden, always
being modest, don't touch me!
It's been this way all my life; when in reality most don't know, cannot see, would never guess....
Yet...I know... one cannot fool oneself....
Mirrors don't lie...and as time goes, the years pile and then I realize, that it's who I am underneath that matters most...the goodness that I know is me...and so it goes... the insecurities do fade, yet some will always remain, and then last night....
Being sick, so sick these past weeks...concerned that perhaps I may not really get better, perhaps it's all caught up with me.. I wondered... How can my love want me?
As I wrapped my gown around my body, always covering myself from neck to toe, he said,"why do you do that?" the tears were almost there...then I said, almost in a childish voice... "I just don't want you or anyone to see all the scars...they are so ugly...and they make me feel ugly".....
Like an angel he smiled at me.... "My darling girl...to me you are beautiful...inside and outside... always have been...and to me.... I have never seen ugly scars.... to me.... they are beautymarks!"
Can you imagine? My entire life I have been embarrassed and ashamed of the many surgeries, the scars that took their toll...even with the plastic surgery to remove some of them; reducing the numbers so I could live with myself... and with those simple, yet beautiful words.... a lifetime of pain came crashing down....
Those are not scars...they are beautymarks!!
Hugs
Milton
Ed
Oh a beautiful write and heart pouring words in
"SCARS ARE FOREVER."
Glad you know that scars are not what makes us
as they say we are our worse critics.
Continued blessings and I enjoyed the read.
Take care,
Gwendolyn
Enjoyed reading
Love & peace be with you
William
and healing the inner scars, too!
Love, Connie
I look in the mirror, hopefully see lines of wisdom... ;)
We are always our own worst enemy. Start believing in
your man, he sure sounds like a winner to me! Excellent
poem, Linda!
Love,
Eileen
Love to my raggedy friend. LOL CarolHawks
Be always safe,
Karen
Your words made me cry. I could have penned some of them for it was as if you were writing from my heart. My poem about the same topic is "Mirrors Never Lie." Thank goodness for the man who is your mirror and who loves you enough to share with you the beauty and truth that we all see and know about you.
Love you, my friend!
Cryssa
Love,
Linda
hugs
Fee
((((HUGS))) and love, Karla. (who ain't no Barbie doll either)
Our mind is so powerful, yet at the same time so vulnerable. Making us see in ourselves what others don't. You have a caring partner who can see the real you; a sweet lady that glows.
Happiness always, Stuart
You have touch my HEART about scars> I know how you felt because of all the scars I have on my body. You helped me to understand that they are a part of me and will always be with out a doubt my beauty marks. Thank you again for your wonderful poem of beautiful scars. I know that you are a beautiful person from inside to outside. You have proven that many times in your words that you written on this cyber space and the words of encouragement for your friends. This is sheer beauty in our eyes and you might as well except the love we have for you my Lady.
Luv Ya..... Donnie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)