Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Where's the proof in you?
I am mostly untouched. Save a few dings here and there--stories my mom likes to tell--I am a globe of frosted glass. Asthma kept me out of trouble most of my youth and work has kept me unscathed as an adult. I live a sheltered life and wear my seat belt every day.
But on the inside, under the layers of clothes and under the snow-white skin are plenty of scars you can’t see. Sand bags of scar tissue line boundaries across my heart, a treacherous path for the most advanced traveler. The formations in the rock are carved by waterways: sleepless nights and empty tissue boxes. I have a road map for the last 27 years. At least we know how beautiful it can be in just another 2 million.
Posted by Abigail at 4:46 am