My scars don’t define me
They are merely scratches on the surface of this body
This body that I hold
I am my body and my past, but it is not me
That’s how I gain my confidence
By knowing I am so much more than my physical
I’m actually not what’s visible at all
I am a mind, and a soul, that can’t be seen only felt
Can not be explained only experienced
I love the body that contains me
Even tho it has been harmed
I love the bones that keep me upright
Structures and alarmed,
with triggers and buttons that only I know best
But I am missing one button that allows me to rest
I know the procedure, but don’t have the code
My body is a machine, that I must decipher
If I want to be released from this world
I must try to figure out combinations and patterns and passwords
To fully experience myself, I must understand the key
To unlocking to door, to set me free
My body is mine, but it is not me
The world is a place that I can’t quite see
Can’t see past the glass windows mistaken for eyes
or feel past the sensors thought to be skin
or the control centre…my mind
Taylor
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