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Cancer Scars

By Alea Ramsey, '23.

She wore her scars like wings

This life has hurt her with no regret.

This world has changed her into someone new.

Those sweet ocean eyes forget

What they’ve seen that made them smile.

They’re filled with painful memories

That cascade down her broken body.

Her scars mark her skin like pen on paper.

Creating a figure of more than the outline.

Those scars with a story bring her to life.

They lift her to the stars and

Off the uneven ground.

They hug her like the night holds

The moon.

And she’ll fly away

Light as a feather

Strong as a sword

Until she can’t see this earth anymore.


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