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

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