A lattice-work of snow white scars
Pale across your skin
Woven like fine lace above
Yet more complex within.
As flowers open to the light
You show them to the sun
Hoping that the lines will fade
Indelible become.
Do not fear the scars you bare
For those that love you most
Will see them as a tapestry,
The story of the host.
Learning to love the silence 
Beautiful. Again.
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