The niches where life’s cruel claws
have scratched and torn through surface skin
draw blood from veins, where pain leaks through,
and trace the places you have been.
A surface coat of ‘happy paint’
can’t cover up your precious scars –
in sharing yours with all of us,
your wounds can shine like healing stars.
What a marvelous concept: “healing stars”–wow-wonderful, Melody!
🙂 Thanks, Caddo!
Thanks Rob! (Love that word….)
It’s a poorly spelled British pub name…wait for it…The Pig ‘n Ant. Yes, I went there.
You boldly go where most fear to tread! (Or something like that…)
Yup. I cross lines that should never have been drawn!
What a message with this one, Melody. Really touched me . ..thank you!
Thanks Debbie, for your beautiful ‘virtual presence’! 🙂