The light comes in
in such a way
as to illuminate you,
and for a moment
I can see
every crack and crevice.
Every wound,
no matter how small,
or shallow.
Every contusion,
or telltale sign of trauma.
I never knew
you were this scarred.
All I could see
is how well
you reflected the light.
I admit,
I was envious enough
of your brilliance,
but now
I am in awe
of your strength.
How are you
still here?
DJR – 2022
