You bear scars where life carved lessons into flesh,
but gaping wounds testify to your strength,
not your weakness.
They call you Victor,
not Victim;
Overcomer,
not Overcome.
For deeper still than chiselled fate
are the grooves whittled into
outstretched palms,
naming you one of the Chosen –
the work of a
Carpenter.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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Beautiful!
Thank you!
You are Amazingly talented. Wow
Thanks Millie. I so enjoy the ways in which you express your thoughts, too – this writing community is a very powerful one, isn’t it?
it is, sweetie! be blessed!
Thanks Millie!
still pondering overcomer…feel so far from that most times.
I can so relate to that. But – our feelings don’t dictate reality, do they? The reality is closer to this poem than our feelings are!! 🙂
Nice narration.
Thanks very much! 🙂
Painful and beautiful.
Thanks, Caddo. You remember that process, I know – and are better for it today.
What a powerful piece, Melody! Thank you and God bless you, one of His chosen.
😀 I so love that! To be a Chosen One is indeed a privilege…