*** This poem is about the scar on my back from heart surgery... it makes me sad because of the death of my Heart Camp friends and another certain friend. My scar is now a symbol of death...***
Mirror, Mirror
My hand reaches to my back
I feel it run deep as I trace it
Close my eyes,
I let a tear fall
Mirror, mirror
Please say it’s gone
Open my eyes
I feel it run deep into my skin
Only this time
I see my own reflection as I feel it
Mirror, Mirror
Why isn’t it gone?
Look away
I hold myself tightly
Tears steaming down my face
This hatred I feel
Of this symbol of death
Not a battle scar
Its pain
Hurt
Loss
Mirror, Mirror
Why won’t you erase it?
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