What Makes Us Who We Are Scarred, broken, twisted our wounds the cleft-lip scar Cesarean slash entrance, exit wounds the unseen heartbreak rift and rupture shape us forever if we survive them Finding our way a scar can teach— the raised ridge a new formation changed, often stronger
Thank you, Jan. Due to vicious pain that wiped words clean gone, i am beginning to write again. The neck-referred pain into my dominant arm, improved from epidural. And then my low back, stable for the last 7 years, is now screaming, had MRI tonight. Earliest intervention, and only a test, still 9 days away. Opioids, my friend. Valium and Lyrica, my attending ladies, waiting now for them to take effect, so I might sleep.
Thank you, Jan. Due to vicious pain that wiped words clean gone, i am beginning to write again. The neck-referred pain into my dominant arm, improved from epidural. And then my low back, stable for the last 7 years, is now screaming, had MRI tonight. Earliest intervention, and only a test, still 9 days away. Opioids, my friend. Valium and Lyrica, my attending ladies, waiting now for them to take effect, so I might sleep.
"the unseen heartbreak
rift and rupture
shape us forever
if we survive them"
That stayed with me.
The visible scars usually receive our sympathy.
The unseen ones quietly become our character.
Sometimes we don't recover from them.
We simply learn to recognise ourselves in a different mirror.
oh amrita, only you could write the words of pain for us all...every pain, every one of us...
"Scars" is always an excellent prompt, but your take on it here with...
"...Cesarean slash
entrance,
exit wounds
the unseen heartbreak
rift and rupture..."
...make it all that more fresh, unique to the narrator and heartrending—not to mention that terrici line, "if we survive them." So well done, Amrita.