She thought about this
Long and hard
As she looked at her body
In the mirror behind
The door
If all the words
She had heard
Appeared upon her skin
And if all the words
She told herself
Were in red ink
Across her skin
Would she try
In vain to scrub them away
Or would she stand in awe and see
The scars covered in words
So good and true
She wondered if she
Handed out pens
With ink that stayed for only days
Before it disappeared into her skin
Would she be brave enough
To stand still
And let the words appear
Jeanna’ Mead
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