I used to mark my skin
With insults and a small blade
Hated myself in so many ways
That when I attempted
To carve “FAG” into my thigh
And the G was too hard
I changed it to “FAT”
And still felt a blow to my confidence
I still mark my skin
Only now with ink and gentility
Not to hide the scars
But weave through them
On this canvas of a body
SWD 01/2020
Hi
Once again – a brilliant piece of writing and one that absolutely speaks to me.
Many moons ago I wrote a poem “I am my own canvas” and my scars tell my life.
Please keep your words flowing. You have so much to say of importance.
Thank you
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We ‘cut’ ourselves in oh so many ways – hugs to you.
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Don’t allow you to heal you for it’s not possible. Jesus your Creator is more than able to heal you and deliver you from the pain from those past wounds. I was once very broken and allowed the enemy to mark me with lies of who I was not. It took my Father’s healing hands of mercy and grace, prayers & time to heal such wounds, that had damaged my soul in profound ways. Ha! All glory to Jesus for healing and restoring me. I know who I am because of Jesus Christ and no one else. He has already paid the full price for each wound that sin has pierced humanity with. You are not who those wounds says you are. You are who GOD days you are and you are beautiful. You are fearfully and wonderfully made by God who loves you with an everlasting love that cannot DIE. Come to Him and let those scars of your past be removed in Jesus name. Love you. ❤ 😉
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lots of hugs for you.. i know people say time heals..but that is not true. I have learnt to confront my wounds and made efforts to let it heal with love and care. Soon they will be scars of memories. Even sometime later some scars will vanish just as the memories. I am praying that you will overcome.
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