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Paula Mendrala
Dear Lord,
If I back up
and I forget that
the knife lies blade up
on the floor beneath me,
will it hurt as it cuts
the souls of my feet?
I couldn't remember
where the scars
came from
I only knew how
ugly they were and
how much they hurt when
my skin was parched and when
it peeled in search of a
clean layer
The wounds
are clearer now
I can see them and
I can feel them
They hurt and they
bleed
I just want
the scabs to form
so that they'll fall off
someday soon
and leave fresh skin that
has a chance to breathe
and be as
strong
as all the rest
stronger
I know it will be, Lord
I know that the
bruises and the cuts
and scrapes
and the pain and the sweat
and the tears
are my own protection from
being torn apart
piece by piece
by all the knives before me
Help me Lord to help
You with your plan and
thank you Lord
for thinking of
me
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