Scars

My scars tell the secrets that I keep

They wind up and down my arms

Form patchwork on my legs

This one his, that one hers, this one mine

Some cover another

Like the shattered panes of a stained-glass window

Making a barely intelligible picture

Pain and suffering that still filters light

Through the cracks of colour

Beauty in the darkness

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