Scars

Above my eye
you'll notice
a small, slivered
indentation
from where
I fell
infantile
upon a
sorting toy.

there's the one
that slides across
from hip in
the first time
the doctors
cut me open
and saved my life

Up and down
from toes
to thighs
the average
scrapes
of childhood
you might see
for ages ago
they faded.

The crescent
on my arm
is from an
altercation
between my mom
and I almost
seven years past.

Stretched
across my chest
are the
proofs of
motherhood
but profound
of all for this
is the one
no one can see.

My scars
are proof
of living
and of mercy.
They map from
where I've been
to who I am today.