The Beauty of Her Scars

"everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it." - Confucious all she could see were her scars- painted perfectly upon her chest like a reverie flowing to her sadness scars are proof of pain and pain is proof of sorrow, no sorrow could compare to the anguish she held deep inside after the mastectomy- slashes across her chest where her breast used to be; little lines from the staples that crisscrossed each other and lingered under her right arm- she fought the fight of breast cancer and it gave her strength but it also brought loss of self-esteem, she never thought she would face such a tragedy at such a young age he held her closely- he laid his loyal head upon her chest and found beauty in her scars; they represented the determination to fight this disease and she won- there is something about those scars that gave him a sense of wonder, she had been his saving grace and those scars were her saving grace; they are a prime example of fire scorching burns on her soul but each burn created a miracle- (the saving of a life) disguised under each line from each incision lies a story- each story tells a tale of triumph; the chemotherapy and radiation just weren’t enough, this disease could have taken her life, and it did NOT- instead, it gave her hope for a brand new fresh start with a future of joy, she could now carry on with her little family of three see, everything can hold beauty if you just have faith- all the darkness has light and all the sorrow can be turned into gratitude; the beautiful scars she wore were but marks of life force energy that gave her the gift of a vigorous life to live- her courage revealed fortitude as she finally accepted her struggle with death as a pathway to healing everything has beauty, but her scars shined with BRAVERY and VICTORY ___________________________________ dedicated to those I know who have faced breast cancer and won, and to those who have lost. May God be with you - - - 1.12.20 -luloo