Like stained glass,
Your skin tells me stories
Of past pains and rejuvenations,
And the feelings of insecurity
You wrapped around yourself.
I can see where you’ve healed
And the parts where the bruises
Reappear from time to time.
You wish for it to be clear
But, through it,
I can see your soul;
That is clear enough.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
Like stained glass,
Your skin tells me stories
Of past pains and rejuvenations,
And the feelings of insecurity
You wrapped around yourself.
I can see where you’ve healed
And the parts where the bruises
Reappear from time to time.
You wish for it to be clear
But, through it,
I can see your soul;
That is clear enough.
