Look Away

Don’t look at my scars.

They aren’t novelties I’m proud of.

This isn’t self-love.

These are memoirs.

Every day my demons come to play.

They try to make me their prey but I pray.

I pray for the sun to shine on my face.

And help me feel embraced.

Don’t look at my scars.

I would rather you look at the passing cars.

I’ve made it this far

And so can you.

Every day my demons come to play.

They try to make me their prey but I pray.

I pray for the sun to shine on my face.

And help me feel embraced.

Don’t look at my scars.

Just look at the stars with me.

How funny it is to be sitting beside an olive tree.

Oh, the irony.

I feel the sun on my face.

I trace my scars within this new place.

I have space to breathe.

I no longer have to drink from Lethe.

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