Is a long story
Wrinkles of laughter
Freckles of time in the sun
Stretchmarks of expansion and contraction
And every change in between
Your skin is lined and dotted
With evidence of your existing
In many stories and places
Many still to come
I hope you never want to erase yourself
Though you may choose some of the writing
I hope instead of scratches of anger,
You choose ink, color, even piercings of healing
I hope you celebrate the canvas that you are
I hope the lines, the marks, and even the scars
Let you see yourself as a sacred book
One of many, but the only one of itself.
You are a work of art.
July 28 2020
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