but a scar;
marring the freckled skin of my arms
&
the dips and valleys of my thighs.
an unhealed wound that
echos in the cavern
surrounding the pieces of my heart
that lay scattered along the shore
of my spirit.
each day glides across my skin
like a knife,
cutting deeper and deeper
into the depths of my body,
bringing nothing but sorrow, pain,
and the whispered words:
"be strong."
My spirit is empty and my body aches.