*** 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?