Scarredforlife
A glass distorted my features one day;
A visage in patches, melting away,
Like Dorian Gray, in sulphuric soap.
My face, cut-up, not with a surgeon’s knife,
Was haphazardly stitched back together,
Leaving me distorted and scarred for life;
Burdened by a past, that lasts forever;
And while the future accommodates change;
The scars remain a constant reminder;
Timelines I can’t rewire nor rearrange,
Yet often retrace, if only to find,
Pathways, leading to the back of my mind.
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