(Braille: reading with your fingertips)

Her fingers found his scars,
traced them, every one.
She ran her hands over them
until his entire body,
even the hard bits,
were memorized
because,those bits too were him
and she loved him
every single part
but the scarred bits, even more.

Strength is beauty.
There is no such thing as ugly.
There are only eyes
that haven’t learned to truly see.


“There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.”

“Internal scars take longer to heal, but once properly touched with love, retain the knowledge of how the healing was done and can be used to share in the healing of others.”


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