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The Scars of Time
by Marilyn R. Wilson
Perfection.
I emerged from my mother's womb
Perfect. Well almost perfect.
Two Eyes, a nose, a mouth.
Two arms, two legs the right size.
A spine that ran straight and true.
The ears? Well a glitch there.
An extra earlobe sticking out
That was quickly taken care of.
After that - Perfection!
Years were spent learning to crawl
And then to walk and finally speak.
Riotous playtimes ensues ad nauseum.
That, of course, lead to the usual
Lumps, bumps and childhood injuries.
I even broke my collar bone twice.
Some damages healed quickly.
Others took time and intervention.
Scar after scar built a visual record.
But there were other scars hard to see.
Mental and emotional, hidden deep within.
Hurts and traumas exacted their toll
Along my oh so human journey.
Harsh words, unreal expectations,
And the message I was not perfect.
I was damaged and broken,
My soul and beliefs a travesty
Every harsh word of rejection uttered
Left me again bruised and broken.
The passage of time brought new hope.
I have grown into my power and taken control.
Old lies have been released and banished,
Those who still told are quickly banished.
My inner voice is now strong and sure,
It sings joyfully as I head toward p my future.
I have returned to the person I was at birth
And display my scars of time proudly
As they have brought me back to me.
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