Thursday, February 25, 2010

Cross-stitching one night...

slipped with the needle positioning for the stitch
I pushed in too far
leaving a growing dot
red against porcelain cream

of no real consequence
just another mark this body carries
telling its story without words

right shoulder
single chicken pox scar
reminder to practice patience

left thumb
indent on the flesh
reminder to always cut away

right ankle
once broken, now weak
reminder to leap deliberately

left arm
parallel lines
reminder to choose my surroundings

every scar
physical manifestations like nature's little notes
writing her story in me
informs not just the history
but directs the future

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